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Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01

By: frozenhero1



PART 1 - Beauty Meets the Geek

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"Millicent Andrews?" the teacher called; a balding man possessing a boring tone of voice.

"Here," Miley replied in a dry tone after wincing at the sound of her full name. Only her mother called her Millicent, and even then only when angry. Everyone called her 'Miley', a nickname she went by since early childhood.

As her Social Studies teacher droned on with the rest of the attendance Miley's best friend Stacy leaned over and whispered, "What's wrong with Mr. Nelson? He's such a loser. I mean, we've been in his class for half our senior year and he still calls you Millicent."

"I know, what a 'tard, right?" Miley replied, chuckling quietly at Stacy.

"So guess what I heard?" Stacy urged in a hushed tone, suddenly changing the subject. "You know Charlie White, that geek in our Biology class?"

Miley knew who Charlie White was, "Yeah?"

"I guess he's hung like a donkey!"

Miley couldn't help but to burst into giggles at Stacy's proclamation, earning her the attention of the whole class.

"Excuse me Miss Andrews," the teacher chimed. "Was there something important you wanted to share with the class?"

"No Mr. Nelson," Miley shook her head, fighting back laughter and trying to keep a straight face. "I'm sorry, please continue with attendance."

Mr. Nelson frowned, but returned to his monotonous role call.

"I'll fill you in after class," Stacy whispered with a wink.

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Fifty minutes later, as the two girls left class and walked together towards the locker they shared, Miley had forgotten all about what Stacy had said earlier. She was just happy to be out of Social Studies; Mr. Nelson had to be the most boring man on the planet.

"So get this; Darla's older sister used to date his brother," Stacy started once the pair were in the hallway and free to speak freely. "And she saw him in the bathroom and-"

"Stacy," Miley interrupted. "What are you even talking about?"

"I'm talking about Charlie. You know, that one nerd? From Biology?"

Miley couldn't help but grin as she recalled, "Oh yeah, the one you said was hung like a donkey?"

"Yeah, Darla said that her sister told her she saw Charlie naked after accidentally walking into the bathroom, and that he's got a dick the size of Florida."

Miley laughed as they reached the locker, letting Stacy work the combo lock, "Oh my god, as if. Charlie is a total geek."

"I'm just telling you what Darla said," Stacy defended herself, miffed that the accuracy of her gossip was being challenged.

"Whatever," Miley replied as she switched books and checked her lipstick in the locker mirror. "I've got to get to English. See you at lunch?"

"See you then!"

Miley headed for her next class and quickly put her best friend's gossip out of mind. It's not as though she was the slightest bit interested in Charlie. He was a total nerd after all, while Miley was one of the most popular girls at school. Miley dated college guys, while Charlie probably hadn't seen a naked girl outside of Playboy magazine. Boys at school drooled over Miley while the girls at school ignored Charlie, or worse. The two simply weren't socially compatible regardless of how big Charlie's penis was.

But as soon as lunch came, Miley was reminded all too soon as she and Stacy sat down in the cafeteria. Her best friend seemed obsessed. 

"I wonder how big it actually is?" Stacy wondered.

"How big what is?"

Stacy frowned, "What's with you today? You've been a total airhead. "

"Are you still talking about that Charlie kid?" Miley laughed. "Geez, what are you, a size-queen or something?"

Both girls giggled.

"I'm just curious, you know?" Stacy mused. "Oh my god, look. There he is."

Miley turned as Stacy pointed towards the cafeteria doors. Sure enough, there was Charlie White, the nerd from their Biology class, exiting the cafeteria towards the hallway. He was skinny but tall, Miley thought, sort of lanky and awkward in shape. He wore glasses and his brown hair was in bad need of a stylist and some mousse. Miley noticed that Charlie wasn't doing himself any favors with his wardrobe; he had on a pair of loose tan slacks and a plaid button-down shirt. He was dorksville all the way.

Miley tried, but it was impossible to tell how hung he was with those loose pants, "Well, if you're that curious I'll just go ask him." She suddenly rose from the cafeteria table.

"Miley! Don't you da..." Stacy hissed, "oh my god." She watched helplessly as Miley abandoned their lunch table.

Miley trotted swiftly after Charlie, catching up with him in the hallway outside of the boy's bathroom. "Hey Charlie!" she called, feeling playful.

About to enter the bathroom, Charlie paused and turned to the sound of his name. He swallowed nervously when he saw that it was Miley, a girl that hadn't spoken one word to him since middle school. Still, he knew all too well who Miley was. He, along with every other guy at school, had a massive crush on her. And here she was, approaching him in a pair of crisp white denim pants that hugged her perfect legs, and a tight pink spaghetti-string top that displayed her tanned shoulders and arms. Her dark hair was long and wavy, falling into a perfect frame of tendrils around Miley's gorgeous face.

"A-are you talking to me?" Charlie asked, standing outside the bathroom door.

Miley finally caught up to him, her heeled boots clicking on the hard hallway floor as she approached, "Yeah, it's Charlie right?"

Charlie gulped, surprised she even remembered his name.

"Do you know my best friend Stacy?" Miley asked with an amused twinkle in her eye.

Of course he knew Stacy, Charlie thought. After all, Stacy was almost as beautiful as Miley, "Uh, yeah. Sure. You two are in my Bio class."

Miley nodded, "Right. Well, she just told me you have, like, this huge cock."

Charlie's cheeks instantly turned red. A reply didn't come to mind.

Miley grinned at him, "So, is it true?"

"I-I..." Charlie stammered, embarrassed.

"I want to see it," Miley demanded with a giggle, pushing Charlie backwards into the bathroom. He backpedaled to avoid tripping and she followed him in.

There were two surprised freshmen by the sinks, washing their hands. They glanced Miley's way, not expecting to find a girl in the men's bathroom. They hurried out when Miley said, "Get lost twerps," aiming her thumb over the shoulder and towards the door.

"Let's see it," Miley instructed as she locked the bathroom door.

"I'm sorry?" Charlie asked, standing confused in the middle of the large lavatory.

"Your thing," Miley clarified. "I want to see it."

"You want to see my...?"

"Your dick, yeah. Your pecker, your Johnson." Miley was all smiles, "Show me what you got, big guy."

"No way! What are you, crazy?"

"Look, Charlie, either you can drop those drawers and show me what you've got, or I can start spreading the rumor that you're hung like a flea. If I do that, good luck losing your virginity any time before age thirty."

Charlie winced at Miley's words. How did she know he was a virgin? And the last thing he needed was more bad gossip about him; he already had enough trouble talking to girls. 

"So what's it going to be?" Miley pressed, a smirk decorating her beautiful face.

"Okay, okay," Charlie sighed. He began to reluctantly unfasten his pants, "Just promise me you'll get your look and leave me alone? You won't start any rumors?"

"I promise," Miley said in her sweetest voice, trying to put him at ease. She had no real intention of telling anyone about Charlie's size, but boys were so easy to manipulate.

Embarrassed, but seeing no other option, Charlie slowly lowered his pants and boxers to reveal his penis.

"Oh my god," Miley gasped, staring at Charlie's package.

Hanging limply between his legs was Charlie's cock, a circumcised thing roughly seven inches in length. Miley could only imagine how big it got when erect, amazed at its size. In its limp state, Charlie's penis was bigger than most boys she'd seen when fully aroused! His skin was smooth, with one bulging vein traveling the length of Charlie's shaft. His balls hung loosely and the surrounding pubic hair was shaggy and untrimmed.

"Jeezus Charlie, how did a skinny guy like you end up with such a monster between his legs?"

Still mortified, Charlie quickly pulled his pants back up, "You've had your look, now just leave me alone, okay?"

Miley didn't want him to leave. She wanted to keep looking, she wanted to see it erect, "Charlie, wait! I-"

Charlie rushed by her towards the door, fumbling with the lock.

Miley tried to stop him, "Charlie it's okay, please..."

Charlie disappeared into the hallway leaving Miley in the middle of the boy's bathroom, too dumbstruck by what she had seen to even move. It took for someone to come in and give her an odd expression before Miley came to her senses and left the bathroom.

The rest of the day was a haze for Miley and she had trouble concentrating on anything. It was like Charlie's big dick had been burned into her mind and it was all she could think of. It wasn't until their shared Biology class, the last of the day, that Stacy finally caught up to her best friend. Fortunately, they were lab partners and sat right next to each other at a small table in the back of the classroom; they could talk quietly during class.

"Miley, where have you been?" Stacy demanded as she sat down next to her best friend. "I have been texting you all afternoon. What happened with Charlie?"

"Huh?" Miley asked, still a little out of it, "Oh, I totally forgot to charge my phone last night." She was looking across the room, where Charlie sat. He was avoiding making eye contact with her.

"Well?" Stacy persisted, "What happened?"

"I saw it," Miley admitted in a flat tone.

"Oh my god!" Stacy hissed. "You saw his thing?!?"

Miley nodded simply, "He showed it to me, in the bathroom."

"I don't believe it, you're such a slut!" Stacy giggled.

"I am not!" Miley snapped out of her daze at the terrible accusation. "You know as well as I do that I'm still a virgin. " Then she added, "Technically."

"Whatever. You've given more handjobs than a porn star," Stacy teased.

Miley smiled at that and couldn't refute the accusation, "Well, I've got to do something to keep boys interested, don't I?"

Their biology teacher began class, but the girls kept gossiping in hushed tones.

"So, was it big?" Stacy whispered, curious.

"It was huge," Miley whispered back.

"Seriously? How huge?"

"Like, bigger-than-any-dick-I've-ever-seen huge. And it was limp, so it must be a monster when he's got a boner."

Stacy giggled, "I can't believe he showed it to you. Did you touch it?"

"No!" Miley hissed. "Of course not."

"God, who'd have thought?" Stacy mused. "A total geek like Charlie White having a horse cock."

Both girls giggled and continued their whispered gossip. But Miley couldn't stop looking in Charlie's direction; she was unable to get the image of his penis out of her head. She wanted to see it again. She wanted to see it erect, just to satisfy her curiosity over how big it was. Miley had always been fascinated by men's cocks. She loved giving her dates handjobs, to placate them when they begged her for sex. She liked the feel of them when they grew hard within her hand, and the total control she felt when a guy was close to cumming.

Class seemed to drag on, as the last class always does. The bell sounded after what felt like hours and Miley swiftly gathered her things, telling Stacy she'd call her later. After a quick stop at her locker Miley hurried out to where the busses were loading. She was looking for Charlie. She wanted to see that monster between his legs again. Just a look, she told herself.

She spotted him, about to board a bus, and waved, "Charlie! Hey Charlie!"

Charlie turned, his expression growing mortified when he saw who it was.

"Charlie, wait up. Can I give you a ride home?"

"You want to give me a ride?" Charlie sounded dubious.

"Yeah. Look, I'm sorry about trapping you in the bathroom earlier. Let me make it up to you? My car's right over there," Miley indicated the student lot.

Charlie looked hesitant and suspicious. Popular kids weren't ever nice to him, and if they were it was usually just to set him up for teasing or a prank.

Miley noticed his trepidation, "No tricks, seriously."

"All right," Charlie finally agreed. Had it been anyone else, Charlie would have ignored them and boarded the bus. But he'd had a crush on Miley since the sixth grade.

Clicking the car alarm on her pink keychain, Miley's little BMW made a beeping noise and unlocked its doors, "Hop in."

"Wow. This is your car?" Charlie asked, impressed.

"Yep, my step dad got it for me two years ago when I turned 16 and got my license. He's always trying to buy my love. Isn't it great?"

"Y-yeah, it's really cool."

"So, about earlier..." Miley said after getting directions to Charlie's house. "I was a total snot today. I didn't mean to make you feel so embarrassed."

"You didn't do a very good job," Charlie lamented. "Like I don't feel like a big enough freak already."

"A freak? Why would you feel like that?" Miley glanced aside at Charlie as she drove, "You mean because of your big thingy?"

"Yeah. It's so big, it's embarrassing."

"Oh my god," Miley grinned, "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Most guys would kill to have a thing that big."

"Really?" Charlie asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course! Listen sweetie, when a girl says she doesn't care how big it is, she's probably lying. You know, unless she's like a tiny midget-girl or something."

"So all girls like big... things?" Charlie wondered.

Miley nodded, turning onto a side street, "Uh-huh. Well, all the girls I know anyway. I mean... it's always gossip about who has a big thing, who doesn't. What do you think girls talk about when guys aren't around?"

"I have no idea," Charlie sighed. "Most girls at school don't talk to me when I am around."

Miley glanced at Charlie again, feeling sympathy for him. She pulled up to his house, suddenly aware of how tough it can be at school for the less popular kids. Charlie seemed like a nice guy. Sure, he was wardrobe-challenged, a little skinny, and wore geeky glasses, but it's not like he was ugly or unpleasant to talk to.

"So, listen, do you think I could come in for a while?"

"You want to come in? To my house?" Charlie asked, stunned.

"Yeah, your parents aren't home, are they?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, they're at work."

"Would you show it to me again?" Miley asked, straightforward but in an innocent tone.

"Y-you want to....?" stammered Charlie.

Miley nodded, "Yeah. But only if you want to. I mean, I'll show you my boobs if you want - that's only fair. It'll be like a trade. No cameras or tricks or anything. I just... I want to see it again."

The hottest, most popular girl at school wanted to look at Charlie's penis, and show him her tits. He couldn't believe it was true. Neither could he possibly turn down such an offer. Within minutes, Charlie was in his room with Miley. She looked around, noting some promise. He was into the usual nerd candy, like Star Wars and comic books, but along with that stuff Charlie also had some cool posters of musical artists she herself really liked.

"Awesome, you're into Jay-Z?"

"Um, yeah." Charlie nodded, setting his book bag aside. "He's pretty good."

Miley picked up an action figure of Chewbacca and examined it like she was staring at an alien artifact.

"So, um, how should we do this?" Charlie asked, as nervous as he'd ever been in his life.

"Well I guess I owe you one," Miley replied, setting Chewbacca down and peeling off her tight pink top. Beneath was a matching bra.

Charlie just about fell over. Miley looked perfect, with her narrow waist and toned frame. She was tanned with flawless skin. Reaching around to her back, Miley unhooked the bra. It loosened off her breasts and she let it slowly fall from her chest ...teasingly... until Charlie looked like he'd die from holding his breath too long. She let the bra fall to the floor, and Miley's breasts were suddenly revealed; two small mounds of perfection capped by soft, pink nipples.

Miley pushed a hand through her long dark hair, jutting her chest out as she did so, "Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to take your pants off?"

Charlie fumbled at his waist, unable to take his eyes off Miley. She could have asked himself to jump off a skyscraper at that moment and he probably would have done it. Never in a million years did he ever expect to have Miley Andrews alone in his bedroom, much less topless. Kicking out of his shoes, Charlie pushed his baggy trousers and boxers all the way to the floor and stepped out of them. He didn't even realize he was erect, so distracted by the sight of naked breasts.

Miley gasped for the second time that day. It had to be nine inches in length, maybe longer! It was incredible. She stood staring, equally transfixed as Charlie was by her.

"It's so big," Miley murmured.

"You're beautiful," Charlie whispered back.

Miley smiled at that. She'd heard those words before, from many boys, but never with such heartfelt honesty. It was flattering to come from someone who meant it, rather than some jock who just wanted to get into her pants. It wasn't what Charlie said, it was the tone he said it in.

"Charlie, do you mind if I... can I touch it?"

With wide eyes, Charlie nodded his assent.

"Why don't you sit down on your bed?" Miley suggested, kneeling down on the plush carpeting. She tried closing her fist around the middle of Charlie's shaft once he sat down, and the tips of her thumb and middle finger couldn't quite touch as she gripped him, "My god Charlie, this thing is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it."

Looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, "Would it be okay if I stroked it a little?"

"Yeah, o-okay," Charlie agreed, still in shock over having a topless Miley in his room. And now she had her hand on his erection wanting to jerk him off!

With a gliding motion, Miley smoothed her grip up and down Charlie's shaft a few times. It twitched whenever her grip passed over the ridge of his cockhead. She marveled at it, amazed by the fact that it was growing even more firm as she paid attention to it.

"It's getting so hard, like cement," Miley commented. "Has a girl ever jerked you off before?"

Charlie shook his head, blushing.

"I can't believe I'm the first to get my hands on this cock," Miley's voice dripped with desire. She lifted her other hand as well to join in the fun, scraping the tips of her long fingernails along his soft underside, gently teasing him as she continued to stroke with a closed fist. She knew he liked it, because Charlie gasped with a sharp intake of breath.

"Does this feel good, Charlie?"

"Y-yeah, yes."

Lifting her head, Miley craned her neck and pushed some saliva out of her mouth, letting it drip from her lips to the head of Charlie's cock. She worked the wetness of her spit in, lubricating her stroking motions. As she slickened his shaft, Miley moved her teasing fingernails to Charlie's scrotum, which was taut with arousal, and gently scraped her nails against the coarse skin of his balls.

"I really like your cock," Miley said, staring up at Charlie with a soft smile. "Would it be okay if I made you cum? I'd really like to see that."

Charlie groaned and nodded. "Y-yeah," he whispered, already close.

Increasing the speed of her stroking, Miley began jerking Charlie off in earnest, "I can't wait to see this thing shoot all of its gooey mess." Miley spit out some more saliva, and soon Charlie's bedroom was filled by the sounds of her slick pumping, "It's okay sweetie, if you need to cum. Go ahead; I want to watch it shoot out."


Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01



She was there again. I had seen her the previous year, and occasionally in the office. As usual, her long brown hair was slightly unkempt and she was wearing a dark sweatshirt, dark pants and dark trainers. Her face had that slightly shut in look of someone who doesn't want to be noticed. Indeed she was curled up on a chair in the corner of the room. I wanted to help, as I had helped others in her situation.

Earlier in the year there had been Joseph. He'd been looking for a job and unable to get any interviews. I had helped him with his letters and CV, gently drawing out his skills and experience and helping him to write it up. Then when he was called for interview, giving him interview practice. We'd been shopping too, and fitted him out in a suit and tie. He'd protested, but what else did I have to spend my money on? He didn't get the first two jobs he went for, but was successful on the third. His confidence has improved enormously so now he walks tall.

I had a good job as a web programmer. I was a geek. Here I was at my boss' Christmas party. I'd joined the firm a year ago, so this was my second time here. I don't like parties, but couldn't really get out of this one if I wanted to progress. I knew I was out of place. For heaven's sake, I had on a jacket and tie – the most formally dressed there. Years ago I had tried to dress more informally, but it was a disaster, so I stuck to what I knew. But I had a soft spot for and a desire to help lame ducks, I think because of my own feeling of being out of place.

I screwed up my courage and made slow progress across the room to the girl sitting in the corner. Her eyes flared slightly as I arrived next to her, and she looked down to try to prevent me talking to her. I folded myself up to sit on the floor next to her and looked up into her face. For a moment my breath hitched. Her alabaster oval face was beautiful, highlighted as it was by a very slight blush and a dusting of freckles. She was also older than I had first thought, perhaps near my 35 years.

"Hi."

She mumbled a response and coloured even more.

"So what's a beautiful girl like you doing stuck in a corner?"

She looked up sharply.

"Don't be silly."

I smiled at her. She looked curiously at me.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"I saw you here last year, and I've seen you around the office, and I wanted to find out what you did."

"Why?"

"Because I'm nosey."

She laughed, and my breath caught again. She had no make up, no pretence, but when she smiled I couldn't breathe.

"So what do you do?"

Her face shut down again and she looked down.

"I'm so sorry – I didn't mean to upset you." I was horrified that my simple question had caused her distress. "Let's talk about something else."

She nodded.

"What music do you like?"

She coloured bright red, and my heart sank that I had upset her twice in a row. I didn't hear her response.

"I'm sorry – I didn't catch that?"

"Bach."

I could feel my face light up – geek that I am. "My favourite."

She looked up sharply and frowned at me. "You're just saying that to humour me. What's your favourite piece?"

"So many depending on my mood, but I love the start of his Christmas Oratorio with the drums and trumpets."

Her lovely smile peeped out again. "It's really true," she said wonderingly, "you do like Bach. Do you play an instrument?"

"No, just sing. Bass is comfortable, but I can do tenor as well. It's really annoying being a baritone, good at neither." I had found the way in to draw her out. "What about you?"

She grinned at the baritone comment, but I noticed the sadness in her eyes when I asked about her. Perhaps she just listened to the music and wished she could take part. But I was wrong, and she surprised me.

"I play flute, piccolo, saxophone, and I get by on the piano."

"Wow. I would love to be able to do that. I tried to learn the keyboard, and gave up on the clarinet. Do you play now?"

"Yes, I'm in two orchestras and a chamber group called Rhapsody. We do both classical and jazz."

Her face was animated suddenly, but as she finished speaking, a cloud of sadness came in front of the sun. I reached out and touched her arm.

"Can you tell me?"

She knew what I meant, and for a moment I thought she was going to share the sadness, but an infinitesimal shake of her head told me I wasn't going to hear.

"Will you come to our concert after Christmas?"

She'd surprised me again. This was the opening I needed. I have to admit that my normal reason for wanting to see her again, so I could help, was overlaid by a completely new feeling that I wanted to see her even if I couldn't help her. Who was I kidding? She was just as unattainable as other girls I'd had crushes on. Memories of my two disastrous attempts to date girls flashed through my mind.

"I'd love to come. Are you doing any Bach?" I realised that I didn't sound hesitant, and my voice had reflected my genuine interest in the music. Now there's a first.

"Yes we are! But we intertwine it with jazz. The pieces are usually in pairs, first jazz, but reflecting Bach's music, and second baroque, starting with Bach and showing how jazz and baroque have similar traits." She was animated again. "It's been really interesting working on it and putting it all together. Because we play both types of music, we've explored it in a way I think few others have. Of course there are superb musicians like Jaques Loussier and the Swingle Singers, but playing native jazz and comparing it to Bach and his contemporaries is not something we've come across. I'd love to discuss it with you afterwards."

It was lovely to hear the words tumbling out, to see her leaning forward and making gestures, and to watch her suddenly come alive.

"I would be honoured to discuss it with you. I'm a mere amateur, and you are obviously a professional."

To my horror, her face crumpled again. What had I said? The shut in look was back, and I was devastated.

"Tell me when the concert is. I'll come, but you don't have to discuss it with me."

"Oh, I'd like to talk about it. But just don't call me a professional."

Ah – maybe that was what this was all about? I'd have to see if she would open up after the concert.

"Have you got a pen, and I'll give you the date and time." She requested.

I handed her my pen and one of the cards I kept in my pocket. One of the advantages of wearing a jacket.

"Why do you carry these cards?" she asked.

It was my turn to blush. "I sometimes think of solutions to work problems, and if I don't write them down I forget. It used to be frustrating, because I would know that I'd solved it, and couldn't remember what the solution was. It happens most frequently at night when I'm going to sleep. I think of the solution, which means I relax and sleep, but the sleep means I forget the solution. So I try to write it down."

She laughed. "It sounds the same as worrying over a piece of composing. It's a good idea. I'll have to keep pencil and manuscript by the bed."

I grinned at her. "I've not eaten yet. Would you like some food?"

She hadn't eaten either, so I unfolded myself from the floor and offered her my hand to get up. She took it – a nice firm grip I noticed – and uncurled from the chair. To my surprise – this girl seemed to surprise me a lot – she was almost as tall as me. I didn't know, but I also had the impression that, under her concealing clothing, she was slim. We edged our way through the throng of people to the food.

I could see a few people glancing askance at us. I had to admit we must have made a funny sight. Me with my jacket and tie, and her with her dark, baggy clothing and trainers. To my surprise, I didn't hear any ribald comments. We filled plates, and she led me through to another room where the music was not so loud. It was easier to talk in there, and we discussed music and making music. Time flew by, and before I knew it people were leaving.

"Can I give you a lift anywhere?"

"Kind, but not necessary. I'm fixed up thanks."

Oh well. Trust me to latch on to a girl who already had a boyfriend. My hopes of mixing my philanthropy with a little personal pleasure died stillborn, and I said goodbye with a heavy heart. I would still go to the concert – I liked the music and it would be a pleasure to watch her play it. I would also continue my efforts to help her.

The concert was electric. The chamber group, Rhapsody, were so talented, and the juxtaposition of jazz and baroque, carefully chosen to show the relationships, really made you think, showing up the similarities as well as the differences in the styles and counterpoint. It was also a pleasure to see her face animated all through the evening. She was alive with the music, with no sign of the shut in girl I had observed. All the players, men and women, wore evening dress, and the male clothes suited her admirably. I had been right – she was tall and slim. And her brown hair was clean and brushed to a shine, hanging in waves down her back.

At the end of the concert I was slightly embarrassed, but I hung about to see if I could meet her. I couldn't see a boyfriend, although she was obviously friendly with a number of the members of the group. To my relief, she came down and greeted me – all animation and smiles.

"Did you enjoy it? We had such fun playing – it was a blast."

"I loved it. Your group is really talented. I've not been much into jazz, but that was a revelation. You'll have to give me some recommendations or loan me some CDs."

"Will you discuss it with me as you promised?"

My hopes leapt. Then I chastised myself. Don't be a fool. You cannot break up a relationship. Then I laughed at myself. Who was I kidding? What chance did I have of forming a relationship, let alone breaking one up?

"I'd love to. It is so interesting. It's a bit late now, but would you have dinner with me tomorrow while it's fresh in our minds? There's a lovely place just round the corner."

She'd looked slightly wary when I suggested dinner, but her face cleared again when she realised it was dinner out. "That would be great. Can you meet early so that we've more time to discuss? How about straight from work? I could meet you there."

"Wonderful. I'll make sure I'm out at six."

I couldn't keep my mind on my work. It kept jumping forward to six o'clock, and backwards to the music the previous evening. In the end I gave up, and did some mundane tasks re-organising my filing. I think I made more tea and coffee that day than in the rest of the week put together. And how the time dragged. Normally the day flew by and I ended up working late.

Finally six o'clock came, and I made a B line for reception to meet her. She was back in camouflage in her dark clothes, but her hair was still shiny from the concert. I took her hand, and she blushed slightly, but didn't pull away. Suddenly I thought that was a good sign. Surely if she had a boyfriend she would have pulled away? I didn't know, but it cheered me anyway.

When we went into the restaurant she seemed slightly nervous, and this intensified when the waiter handed her the menu. Suddenly I realised what it might be.

"Please don't worry about the prices, it's my treat for the pleasure you have given me with your music." It wasn't that expensive, but it wasn't cheap either.

She looked at me, and I couldn't decide if she was angry or about to burst into tears. Then I had the strange impression I recalled from the party that she was on the verge of confiding in me.

"Thank you." She looked down, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Oh well, maybe she'd open up later.

After we'd discussed the menu and ordered, we started on the music. There was no restraint between us and the animated conversation flowed back and forth. I learnt so much about both types of music, and began to find jazz performers that I wanted to listen to. She offered to lend me a couple of CDs to get me going.

She put her knife and fork down with a satisfied sigh, sat back in her chair and looked me straight in the eye. "Thank you so much. That was lovely – the meal and the conversation. I don't know when I've felt so happy, apart from when I'm performing."

I couldn't help smiling at her. I think my grin must have been as wide as the ocean. "I'm so glad. I've had a ball. Thank you."

She was just about to speak again when the waitress came up to clear the table and give us the sweet menu. The moment passed, and we went on with the mundane process of deciding and ordering sweets and coffees. There was a lull. Not uncomfortable. More of a sort of pregnant pause. We both started together and blushed.

"I wanted ......."

"Would you ......"

Neither of us seemed to want to continue.

After a pause, I tried again. "Would you come out with me again?"

She looked up sharply. "Why?"

That floored me. How could I explain that I fancied her? It had taken all my courage to ask. "I ... I ... I've had such fun that I want to do it again." I prevaricated.

I couldn't read her reaction, but knew I'd not been open with her. That made me feel bad.

"You didn't tell me what you really thought." She accused. Then, wonderingly, "You're afraid?"

I blushed. I suddenly felt I needed to tell her everything, and the flood gates opened.

"I'm 35. I've never had a serious girlfriend. I tried with a couple of girls, but made such a mess of it that I've only ever worshipped from afar. You are so much more – more talented, more beautiful – than them and I really like you, but I'm afraid to drive you away by telling you." My face heated and I looked down as I admitted it.

I felt her hand on mine.

"Look at me." She demanded.

I looked up slowly. She was concerned and embarrassed.

"I'm 35. Boyfriends don't want someone like me. I dress to hide because I don't have any confidence, except when I'm playing. I finished my music studies ten years ago. I can't get a job and I haven't worked for ten years. I don't have any money, and what my parents give me for a week would be all gone if I had to pay this bill."

"What a pair we are!" I mumbled.

"You feel it too?"

It was my turn to look up sharply. "What do you mean."

Her colour heightened slightly. "I like being with you. I want to see you again."

My heart sang. I couldn't believe my luck. "I would be so flattered if you would. My feet won't touch the ground for hours knowing that." I picked up her hand and gently brushed my lips on the back.

It was not what I expected. She looked at the back of her hand as if it couldn't possibly be there. Then she smiled shyly up at me, and my heart turned over.

"I think I must be dreaming. For the first time in six years I feel as if happiness might be possible."

"What happened six years ago?" I reached out and held her hand, half afraid she's stop talking.

"After four years of toil over applications and attending loads of auditions, I gave up on serious job hunting. After that I just applied for one here and there."

"Tell me about the serious job hunting." Her hand trembled in mine.

"I scanned all the musical papers, kept my ear to the ground, pestered friends, searched the internet and applied for anything anywhere. Music is very competitive, and I kept coming in the last three or four."

"Wow, you must be so good."

She smiled her thanks. "That's as maybe, but not good enough. It was time consuming – involved loads of travelling – expensive – and very disheartening. Eventually it got to me and I couldn't do it any more."

"Can you bear to tell me about the people who beat you?" I squeezed her hand.

"I found them quite intimidating. Apart from a very few who were obviously outstandingly talented, they were immaculately turned out. I think that's why I've reverted to camouflage!" She laughed at herself.

"What did you wear?"

"Clean, smart clothes." She whipped back.

"I'm not being critical." I pressed her hand again. "I'm just trying to work out if you were at a disadvantage. Could you have done immaculate?"

She considered my question, head on one side. "Perhaps."

"Do you think it might have made a difference?"

There was a long pause. "Reluctantly, I think you might have a point. I hadn't really analysed it. How do you, Mr Geek, know all these things?" She laughed at me to take the sting out of her question.

"I make a bit of a science of helping lame ducks." I knew it was dangerous, but I had to tell her the truth.

She looked affronted, then sad. "You think I'm a lame duck? Yes I suppose I am." She started to pull back, but looked up when I started speaking.

"Initially I came over precisely because I'd seen you this year and last at the party, and occasionally in the office. I wanted to wipe the defeat from your face and posture. When I sat down on the floor and you looked at me, I no longer cared. I wanted to see you again whether I could help you or not. Now I know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm desperate not to lose you, either by being dishonest or by being honest."

There was a pause. It seemed like an age, although I'd bet it was only a few seconds, as I waited for the words I thought would kill my dreams.

"I thought that was the end of us. But you've just said about the only two things that could have changed my mind – that you care about me, not the lame duck, and that you were honest, knowing being honest might lose me."

Thankfully, the waitress came back at that point. We needed to disengage for a moment. I was equally thankful we hadn't been interrupted earlier, or the outcome might have been different.

It was a mutual decision to order more coffee. I think we both felt the need for more talk on neutral ground. After we'd recovered our equanimity, the conversation revived without any awkwardness.

"I still want to help you, as well as see you again."

"And I still want to take advantage of that."

"So what does immaculate look like then?"

She went on to describe the kind of chic outfits that these talented people had worn, how they had done their hair, and the impractical shoes.

"And what's your style?"

She looked at me, head on one side, considering. "I'm not really sure."

"May I hazard a guess?" She nodded. "Clean lines. Dark with a splash of colour in an unexpected place. Mischievous."

She was grinning. "How did you do that?"

"Observation. Your menswear at the concert. You looked so comfortable in it. Everyone else with black socks. Yours were red and matched your bow tie." I grinned at her. "I bet your underwear matched too." I blushed, and so did she. But she laughed too.

"Spot on. One day when I know you better I'll tell you." But she wouldn't be drawn on what.

"So, want to join me at the weekend to shop for chic?" Her face fell. "And before you blow me off, I need to tell you about Joseph."

She looked shocked. "So you're gay?"

I laughed. "No, I'm not gay and neither is Joseph. He's important because I need you to understand what I'm doing." I related the story of Joseph. I watched as a myriad of emotions passed across her expressive face – sympathy, horror, embarrassment, joy and finally tears. "So you see, it's what I do with my money and my time."

"I can see why you wanted to tell me. I wouldn't have let you buy me anything otherwise. I can't believe the number of happy endings you must have generated over the years."

"It's why I do it." I said simply. "So will you come with me on Saturday?"

"But what do you know about chic women's clothes?"

"Nothing." I grinned at her. "But my cousin Angela runs a boutique, and a friend of mine, Julian, runs an up market women's shoe shop. Now he is gay." I warned her, laughing.

She grinned back. "You are full of surprises. I will."

"And will you help me look for jobs for you?" I asked.

"You know what – I think I might just start that on my own."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01



"Can I help? Please?" I pleaded.

This time she laughed out loud. "Yes. I think I need your help as well, or I might give up again."

"Can I take you home?"

A shadow passed over her face. "Not this time, please. It's too soon."

I called her a cab, and gave the driver a note that I hoped would cover her fare. Despite not being able to take her home, I was walking on air, and my grin must have split my face from ear to ear.

It was actually three weeks before we managed shopping. The next weekend Angela was away, and the following one I had a commitment I couldn't break. I'd told Angela why I was coming. She was used to me bringing in the occasional lame duck, knew not to mention price, so wasn't surprised until I told her my upper limit.

Angela whistled. "My my. This girl must be important."

I grinned sheepishly. "She is to me, but knowing my luck I'll blow it."

"So tell me about her."

I was happy to oblige. Her eyebrows rose when I mentioned that I had told her she was one of my lame ducks. But her only comment was that it sounded promising, and that she could probably do three or four outfits for the amount I was prepared to pay.

Angela grinned at me as we entered the boutique. She was wonderful, as I had known she would be. It seemed they might become friends, and I felt a bit of a spare part. I was glad about the likely friendship, though, as Angela and I got on well together.

The outfits were wonderful. The first was a floor length black strapless sheath that showed off her figure to perfection. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was matched with a beautiful petrol blue three-quarter sleeved shrug jacket with scalloped edges. I thought that was the surprise, until I realised that although it was superbly cut to look like a dress, it was actually trousers, and that the inside leg flashed petrol blue as she walked.

The second was very like the man's evening dress she had worn at the concert, except it was more obviously an immaculately tailored women's suit. The sculptured cream blouse managed to look quite demure whilst hugging her figure, but it was the tiny line of red silk sewn to the outside seam of the trouser leg and round the lapels of the jacket that made it very special. Until the jacket was unbuttoned, when you realised that the whole thing was lined with the same red silk. Surprise!

The other outfits were more casual. Black jeans, for tucking into elegant knee-length boots, matched with a silk blouse. A skirt and jacket combination worn over a skin-tight jersey.

We left the shop with so many bags that I had to return for the final few. Angela thrust two rectangular velvet boxes into my hand.

"These go with the two posh outfits. The four outfits together came to much less than you said, and these use up about half the rest, if you want to give them to her. Have a look at them, and return them if you'd rather."

I thanked her and she handed me a bag to hide them in. She winked at me and wished me good luck. I hid the bag with the jewellery, for that's what it had to be, while I put the rest of the shopping in the back, and got into the car.

"Where to, Princess?"

"I think I need to be gay."

My head snapped round to look her in the face. She grinned mischievously.

"To Julian's."

I laughed. "You got me there. I'm normally quicker than that!"

Angela had discussed footwear, and especially the type of boots that would enhance the jeans best, and could be worn with the skirt if appropriate. With some advice and guidance from Julian, we bought the boots and two pairs of shoes for the other outfits.

As we got back into the car again, she commented, "I do like your friends. Julian is a poppet and very knowledgeable too."

I smiled at her. "We could have them round for a meal?"

"Isn't Angela married?" It seemed like an innocent question, but I wasn't sure.

"No. She had a bad experience a few years ago, and immersed herself in the business."

Her smile broadened, and I knew I had been right. "You look like you're planning something. Who is it?"

She laughed out loud. "My brother. I think they'd get on rather well. In fact, I'd be prepared to put money on it."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Actually I'm not! It's just a hunch. I really liked her, you see."

I didn't, and said so. She was puzzled, then her face cleared and she explained.

"My brother is my twin. It's a fair bet that if I like someone he will too."

"Oh wow. Is it true what they say about twins – that they know what the other is feeling?"

"I guess it must be, because he phoned me this morning to ask why I was happier." She was laughing at me, and it was a glorious feeling.

"What does he do?"

"He's a sculptor – a good one actually. He was very lucky. One of Dad's business associates stayed with us, saw his stuff and gave him a huge commission. It was large enough and prestigious enough to make a reputation, and he hasn't looked back."

"And you compare yourself to him and come off worse." It was a statement, not a question.

She frowned in concentration as she considered what I had said. "You may be right. He just says he was very, very lucky. And he wished luck for me too."

She looked down. Then I could see her out of the corner of my eye, looking up at me shyly. "I think I may have found my luck."

I swerved slightly. "Oh God. Please don't bank on me so much. I may not be able to help." I was terrified of such high expectations.

She put her hand on my arm. "I'm not. You've already changed me. I know you'll back me up. That's all I can hope for. In fact everything I could hope for." Her voice was serious. The combination of the depth of her voice and her hand on my arm had me shivering. It was too soon, so I changed the subject.

"Where am I taking you?"

She looked puzzled. "Home, of course."

"I don't know where that is."

I started when she told me. "But that's my boss' house?"

She laughed. "Didn't you know I was the boss' daughter?"

"No, I didn't." I thought for a moment. "Who else in the firm knows that? Not that it makes any difference, but I'd rather it wasn't known."

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Not in the least. Inordinately proud to be with you."

"Then why don't you want it known?"

"Oh." I suddenly realised how it sounded. "Not because of you at all. I'd love it to be known that I'm going out with you, it's just that I'd rather people at work didn't know I was going out with the boss' daughter."

"Oh." It was her turn to realise what I was saying. "You just don't want work colleagues to think you're being treated in any special way."

"I'm afraid people are very suspicious, and I'm already one of the higher paid."

We sat in silence for a few miles while we reflected on the ills of mankind. I had a sudden thought. I banged my forehead in exasperation.

"I'm supposed to be bright. I'd seen you at the work parties. I'd seen you at work. You'd told me you'd never had a job, and I still thought you worked at the firm in some capacity. When we passed through the people at the party on the way to the buffet, I was surprised there weren't any ribald remarks about my appearance. Then you didn't need a lift. So many clues. It should have been obvious that you were the boss' daughter!"

"Hey! Don't beat yourself up."

I smiled as I drew up at her house. "I've enjoyed today, and I'm glad you like the clothes."

"We need to start on the job front. When are you next free to do that?"

"Tomorrow?" I said hopefully.

She looked at me and coloured slightly. "Am I that important to you? Or is it that you don't have a life outside work?"

It was my turn to colour up. "Actually? Both."

She laughed, and we got out. I helped her in with the bags of clothes.

"Pick me up tomorrow about eleven?"

"You can count on it."

On the dot of eleven I was outside the house. She came out wearing the jeans outfit with the boots. Her hair shone in the weak sunshine. Her face glowed. She looked stunning. And I told her so. She blushed slightly.

"I couldn't resist wearing them. They make me feel good."

I was pleased. I was also wondering when to give her the jewellery, but it was for the posh outfits, not this one, so perhaps it wasn't the right time.

We went to a coffee shop I knew in town, found a settee to sit on and ordered coffee.

"What's in your briefcase, Mr Geek?" She asked.

"Research on music jobs."

"You're not serious?"

"Very. It's why I have a good track record with lame ducks, remember?"

She laughed. "OK. Let's see what you've got and merge it with what I know."

We worked hard for about three cups of coffee, which equated to more than an hour of heavy concentration.

"You know, I think you did most stuff when you were serious about this before. In fact, I think it's only worth trying these three jobs. If they don't yield anything with the immaculate look, then we should re-think the strategy."

She smiled at me. "Thank you for that vote of confidence. It's comforting to know that I didn't miss anything."

We worked on getting the applications sorted and discussing interview technique. She was pretty good at it, and only picked up on a few points. We ordered lunch and ate as we worked. I was getting pretty despondent, as I could see that the difference I was making was actually marginal. I would have to do some serious thinking, as this obviously needed a completely different approach. An hour or so after lunch, we called a halt.

"How about some fun now? We've worked pretty hard for a Sunday! What do you fancy?"

She looked at me consideringly. "Hmm. Are you up for a walk?" She looked at my jacket and tie, and my polished shoes. "Across the fields to a little village where they serve cream teas?" She was grinning.

"For you, anything." I was both serious, and apprehensive.

My shoes were muddy. There was mud on my trousers. And I was unbearably hot in my unsuitable clothes. She was swinging on my arm. Chatting. Singing. Laughing at me. I didn't know whether to be grumpy or ecstatic. I went for ecstatic. It was her. I couldn't stay grumpy in the face of her enjoyment.

"You know what, Mr Geek. We need to go shopping. But unlike you, I don't have an Angela, so you'll just have to be guided by me!"

I looked at her in dismay. "But when I tried before, it was a disaster."

"But this time you've got advice. Did I blow you off on my clothes?"

I shook my head.

"Then don't blow me off until you've seen what we can do."

"Fair enough. How about next weekend?"

So it was fixed. I was to be un-geeked. I was worried.

Shopping with her turned out to be so much more fun than on my own. The things she chose were very different from what I might have selected. Perhaps that's why they worked! Some stuff was a bridge too far, but I ended up with three casual outfits from jeans up to smart casual. Amazingly, I felt good in them.

"Where am I going to keep my cards and pen?" I joked.

She grinned and punched me on the arm. Then she whispered in my ear, and I went bright red.

We invited Angela and Julian for a meal in my flat. The night before she rang me.

"James is at home tomorrow. Can I bring him to meet you?"

"I'm glad you asked. Bring him to dinner. To meet me, or to meet Angela?" I asked.

I heard the smile in her voice. "Both, of course."

We shopped and cooked together. I didn't realise it could be such fun.

Just as she had predicted, Angela and James hit it off immediately. It looked to me like that thing you hear about – love at first sight. I heard a lot about James from Angela over the next few weeks whenever I talked to her on the phone.

Of the three applications we eventually sent off, two generated auditions. That was a really good start. We discussed outfits for the two auditions and ended up matching the two smart outfits, one to each audition. On the morning of the first audition, I came early to take her to train. She looked wonderful, and I handed her the rectangular box that went with the outfit. She opened it.

"Wow." She gasped. "When did you get this? It's beautiful, and goes so well with the outfit!"

"Angela picked it out for me, and I hid it amongst the other bags on the day we went there. I kept it because I wanted to give you something on the day of the audition."

"You sly devil. But thank you." She reached up and gave me a kiss.

My arms automatically went round her, and she clung onto me. I realised that all kisses up to this one were of no account. I was so happy, and I never wanted to let go. It appeared she might think the same, but eventually we broke apart, slightly breathless.

"Thank you." I breathed.

"You're welcome." She whispered, obviously similarly affected.

Once again she came second. She was the most immaculately dressed there. They had commented that her playing was as good as the winner. But they didn't want the jazz bit.

The second audition was a week later. This time I took her to the audition in my car. I gave her the second box of jewellery in the car. We kissed again. It was just as good, and I felt again that I never wanted it to stop. As we parted, I whispered, 

"Marry me."

"Say that again."

"Marry me. Please."

She smiled a slow smile. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

She gave me another toe-curling kiss. "Yes. Please."

She skipped off to the audition, but came out slowly looking crushed. I knew before she told me. It was what I had expected.

"You came second again."

She couldn't bring herself to smile or speak. She just nodded.

"Let's go and get something to eat before the drive home."

While we ate, I talked. "Listen. I expected this might happen. And so did you."

She looked up and nodded.

"I've been thinking about it because I expected it."

Her expression lightened a little. Perhaps the hint of a smile? "I knew you would, Mr Geek."

I grinned. "You are part of an amazing chamber group."

"But it's all voluntary." It was a closing statement.

"Yes it is. But it's also good and does something no other group does. And I think we should build on that instead of looking for gold at the end of somebody else's rainbow!"

She started to look interested. "How can we build on it using amateurs who already have jobs?"

"Well, I thought we could go for fees for weekend concerts to start with. Once we've built a reputation, perhaps then we could start to use casual musicians to take the place of amateurs who can't make events outside the weekend. We'd be able to pay them out of the fees. As the fees grow, we could afford to employ more and more parts until eventually the whole group is paid and it becomes self financing."

"That sounds like a lot of work, a long time, and would need a very astute business manager. Musicians are not renowned for their financial acumen, you know!"

"Initially, you and I could manage it. When the fees start to build, so will the work, so we could employ a business manager."

"You know, with you behind me, I think it might even work." Her face had lightened.

"That's why we had to shut the door on jobs with other orchestras and groups. Otherwise it was a mad plan."

She grinned. "That's my geek."

"Come on, let's go and buy a ring to seal the real deal."

I dropped her off at home. Not very much later she rang, bubbling with excitement.

"Did you know that Angela and James were getting together today?"

I didn't.

"You'll never guess what happened!"

I couldn't.

"They got engaged too! We got engaged on the same day. I'm so happy."

Over the next few months, we worked hard to get the members of the chamber group on side. Quite a few of them were in the same position; they couldn't get a musical job, so they did something second best for money, and played in the group.

I showed them my draft web site, and they came up with a few wonderful ideas, including a ring tone store of things they played, and branded baseball caps. This would be added to the purchase site I was proposing to sell CDs, and small items like pencils, pens and mats that would also act as advertising. I'd incorporated a registration system so that we could generate mailing lists.

Julie and I got married not long after the first fee earning concert. We had all decided that it should be a double wedding. So appropriate for twins. The chamber group played for the wedding, and that got us some leads as well. We left those with the principal oboe, who turned out to have good business sense and was therefore our deputy.

We went off for our honeymoons. We almost went to the same place with Angela and James, but in the end decided it would be better to be in different places. I was so nervous. And excited.

We were exhausted when we arrived after a long hot journey. The place was magnificent, and, after a quick freshen up in our room, dinner was magical. When we'd had a third cup of coffee, I finally admitted to myself that I was delaying. Julie grinned mischievously.

"Are we going to stay at this table drinking coffee all night?"

I felt myself blushing.

"It's OK. I know you're nervous. I know you think you messed up with your other girls. But, my dearest Geek, this is me, Julie, and I love you." Her voice changed pitch slightly. "I've got a surprise for you!"

I looked up. I was wary of that wide smile and the twinkle in her eyes.

"You remember when you described my taste in clothes to me after that concert? You remember saying 'I bet your underwear matched too'? I put it on for today – something old – especially to show you. If you remember I promised I would when I knew you better."

I blushed and smiled. "You're amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself! And stop looking like you're going to the guillotine. This is going to be fun. It's something we discover together. It doesn't, fortunately, rely on either of us being experts." She smiled a little secret smile at me that made me feel good.

I took her hand, and we left the restaurant. As we went up in the lift, I put my arm round her, and she leaned in for a delicate kiss. We walked down the corridor to our room arm in arm, and I felt a certain peace. She showed me the matching red underwear. Then I showed her that I had remembered too, also wearing red underwear.

Despite my nerves, actually we had a ball. I should have known because we worked so well together.

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The chamber group web site went live shortly after we got back. I pre-registered all those who had expressed interest up to that point, and sent out a mailing announcing the web site and our second concert. We were also busy recording the CD and ring tones.

We worked out that we needed to arrange some concerts in the local area to get momentum, so I added a ticketing system to the web site, and we hired four halls in local towns. Julie and I were pretty busy getting local businesses to put up posters. We'd designed one poster carrying the dates and locations for all four concerts, so hopefully there would be some cross-fertilisation.

The first concert barely covered the cost of the hall. Two were good, and the fourth was packed. I did some impromptu research amongst the audiences, and learned a few things about concert management that moved us up a notch for the next concerts. We also picked up some good leads at the last concert for future work.

The following year the chamber group were pretty busy. We managed to pay a small performance fee to all the players for each concert now, and we were on the cusp of employing a business manager. It was either that, or give up my job to do it! Julie and I had discussed that as an option, but came to the conclusion that it was better for us if I wasn't tied in to the precarious world of music.

We were asked to play in a two concerts and do a children's educational concert, all in North Wales in the summer. It's beautiful and remote there, and we were keen to go. It was a big expense getting the chamber group up there for a week, though. After a lot of discussion, we agreed on the basis that we would all treat it as a holiday, and do the concerts on the back of that. We were to be so glad about this decision throughout our lives.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01



Our initial idea was that most of the group would stay in a large house. I found one with seven bedrooms in an idyllic location and booked it for two weeks. That was my contribution. The group would bear the cost of travel and we would divide the profits at the end. I thought it was unlikely that we would cover our costs, but not only was it too good an opportunity to miss, but it's also not a good idea to refuse work when starting out.

Plans change. Most of the group decided pretty near the last minute that they couldn't afford to spend two weeks up there with the loss of other income, and would come up just for the concerts. Understandable, but annoying, as we were left with a seven bedroom holiday house with just the two of us in it. We phoned Angela and James. They thought it was a wonderful idea, and said they'd get back to us.

A few days later, Angela rang. "It's all fixed. I've got to work Saturday morning, so we'll follow you up. But I've managed to get the other two to cover the shop for the whole two weeks. We're really looking forward to it."

We'd rattle around a bit, but it would be fun. Julie and I set off early on the appointed Saturday so we could find the house, unload and go to a supermarket to stock up.

As we drove into the supermarket car park, we glimpsed a stunning brunette being manhandled out of a side door and into the back of a white van by a couple of burly blokes. She was tall, slim, elegant, and in trouble. She was struggling, and by the state of one of them had inflicted some useful damage.

"Stop them!" Julie shouted at me.

101 things ran through my brain. "I won't be able to – they're too big." I drove fast down the car park and stopped across the front of the van. "I've broken down – electrical fault – I'm useless practically. Get them under the hood and distract them as much as you can. I'll see if I can get the girl." I said urgently.

We both jumped out of the car.



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01



Charlie moaned, his head rolling back.

"It's so fucking hot to watch a guy cum," Miley cooed. "Seeing all that hot sticky stuff just erupt from a hard, twitching cock."

Charlie groaned as his hips started to buck lightly in time with Miley's pumping fist. She squeezed his balls in her other gentle palm.

"You're so big. I bet you have a lot of cum inside these balls. Can you feel it? The warm cock-juice rising up your shaft?"

Charlie gasped, his mouth hanging open and his eyes squeezing shut.

"Do it," Miley begged; her hand a blur. "Cum for me! Shoot your hot cum out so I can see what a big nasty mess you make."

Charlie's breath grew sharp and rapid. Then it came. The first rope was like a volcano exploding as a thick dollop of semen flew high into the air. Before that one landed on Miley's arm, another blast came out, shooting nearly as high as the first.

"Oh god!" Miley cried excitedly, watching Charlie's cock explode as though it were occurring in slow motion. Two more thick ropes ejected as Charlie's big cock heaved with pleasure, both of them hitting her face. She jacked him off relentlessly, beads of cum flying through the air in all directions, landing everywhere. She coaxed every bit of his orgasm out, squeezing his shaft from base to tip so the last of it oozed out onto her fingers and wrist. She had it all over herself, droplets of seamen decorating her naked breasts and shoulders.

"Miley," Charlie breathed, "That was-"

"Better than masturbating all alone, I bet?" Miley giggled.

"Yeah," Charlie grinned sheepishly. "It was great. I-"

Charlie was interrupted by a woman's voice coming from downstairs, "...honey? Are you home? Whose car is that outside?"

"Oh shit!" Charlie exclaimed. "It's my mom, she must be home from work early."

Laughing, Miley asked, "Do you have something I can clean up with?"

"I'll be right down mom!" Charlie called, fetching Miley a towel.

"We really made a mess, didn't we?" Miley whispered, wiping her face and chest free of dripping semen.

Charlie smiled, hastily putting his pants back on, "Yeah. Um, you want to meet my mom?"

"I don't think I have much choice. Is there any more of your goo on my face?"

Handing Miley her shirt, Charlie grinned, "No, you look great. I mean, you're really beautiful."

Miley smiled, charmed by the honest tone of Charlie's compliments.

Once suitably cleaned up and clothed, Charlie headed downstairs towards the kitchen and his mother, Miley in tow.

"Honey? Do you have someone over?"

"Hey mom, it's Miley's car outside. We were just doing some homework together. Mom, meet Miley, Miley this is my mom, Olivia."

"Hello Mrs. White," Miley smiled pleasantly.

"Oh my... um, wow, very nice to meet you!" said Charlie's mother, excitedly. Her son had never brought a girl home, much less one as good-looking as Miley, "Aren't you a beautiful young lady."

"Thank you," Miley replied. "I hope you don't mind that I'm over. Charlie was just giving me some Biology tips."

Charlie tried to hide his grin.

"Well don't let me get in the way. Can I make you two something to eat?"

"Actually, I should probably be going. My own mom will have dinner on soon," Miley said. "Walk me to my car, Charlie? It was nice meeting you Mrs. White."

"You too Miley, come over any time. You're always welcome."

"Sorry about that," Charlie said, once he and Miley were outside. "Thanks for being so cool with my mom."

"She's sweet," Miley replied. "And you're welcome, for that and the hand job." She paused at her car door, reaching for Charlie's face and removing his glasses, "You know, you're actually kind of cute."

Charlie blushed.

Leaning in, Miley placed a kiss at Charlie's cheek, then handed him his glasses back, "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow at school. Take care of that cock, big guy."

Miley winked, and got into her car.

PART 2 - The Next Day

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After searching her closet, Miley finally decided on a black mini skirt, a clinging white button top, and leather boots that lifted to her knees. She primped herself carefully in the mirror, curling her brunette tendrils just-so and applying a bit heavier mascara than usual. She wanted to look hot. And the terrifying thing to her was that she wanted to look hot for Charlie.

"You've lost it girl," Miley said to herself in the mirror.

It's not that she wanted to date him. She dated college guys after all, and even then she didn't ever go 'steady' with them; she wasn't about ready to start going out with a high school nerd either. That would completely ruin her reputation and status among the popular crowd. But she did want to tease him, to make him drool for her. She didn't know why either. It's not like she needed to impress the geeks at school; just the one with the horse cock, she supposed. Maybe it wasn't Charlie she was trying to impress, Miley reasoned, but his impressive cock. She wanted that big thing in his pants to stand at attention whenever he saw her.

Of course, Stacy was waiting at their locker when Miley arrived, "What happened to you after school yesterday? You rushed out of here so fast and never called me last night!"

"I'm sorry," Miley answered, swapping her bag for first period books. "I just had something going on right after school."

"Like what?" Stacy pressed. "Darla told me she saw Charlie White get into your car with you after school."

Miley tried to hide it, but her expression betrayed her.

"Oh! My! God!" Stacy exclaimed, knowing her best friend inside and out. "You were with Charlie last night!"

"Shh!" Miley said, looking around to make sure no one in the hallway overheard. "It wasn't all night, I just gave him a ride home from school, that's all."

"You are a terrible liar, Millicent Andrews," Stacy said with a huge grin. "You gave him a ride all right, a ride on that big dick of his!"

"Stacy! Shush! I did not. I just sort of, you know, rubbed it for him."

Stacy gasped at Miley's admission, "I don't believe you! Oh my god."

"Stace, please," Miley begged. "You can't tell anyone. This stays between us, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Stacy agreed. "No problem, it goes into the vault. But you have to give me details."

"Of course," Miley grinned. "Walk me to homeroom?"

"So how big is it?" Stacy prodded as the two girls navigated the hallways.

"Big," was Miley's simple answer.

"Yeah, but how big?" Stacy pressed.

"Like, porn-star big. It's unbelievable."

"Jeezus. Did you make him, you know, orgasm?"

Miley nodded, "Yeah, but then his mom came home."

Stacy laughed, "Did she catch you two?"

"Thankfully no, but it sort of put an end to play time. She seemed like a sweet lady, but I got out of there."

"That's so funny," Stacy commented as they reached Miley's homeroom. "I want more details, talk to you in Social Studies?"

Miley nodded, "Yeah okay, I'll see you later Stace."

For the rest of the morning Miley had trouble concentrating on class. She hadn't seen Charlie, and it bothered her that she was even looking for him. He was completely unpopular after all, and she had no business getting hung up on a geek like him just because his penis was large. But visions of Charlie's cock cumming all over her body kept swirling through Miley's mind. She couldn't deny to herself that she wanted to see it again, but was it just Charlie's penis that she wanted to see? He was kind of cute, in a skinny nerdy kind of way, and he was totally sweet to her.

During Social Studies Stacy interrogated Miley for as much information as she could get. Miley kept trying to change the subject, but of course Stacy wasn't having any of it. She wanted to know more about 'the nerd with the horse cock'. The questions would have continued at lunch time as Stacy and Miley sat together in the cafeteria as always, but that day they were sitting with a bunch of other girls as well. Miley was thankful for the break from Stacy's constant barrage of questions.

It was during lunch when Miley finally spotted Charlie. He was sitting with another boy, a chubby kid that Miley recognized but had no idea even what his name was. She watched the two boys for a minute as her friends chattered on around her. They looked so alone, she thought, as they were at a big table with no else around them. They were outcasts. No one wanted to be anywhere near them for fear of the social damage that might occur.

It would be popularity-suicide to go sit with them, but that's what Miley found herself doing. She picked up her tray and got up from the table, "I'll see you guys later, okay?"

"Miley, where are you going? Lunch isn't over for another twenty minutes," Stacy looked at her watch.

"I'm going to sit over there today," Miley replied, glancing towards Charlie and his lone friend. "You want to come with?"

"Are you kidding me?" Miley heard Darla say. "Those are the two biggest dorks in this school."

"I know," Miley answered, resolute. "But they look lonely."

"So?" another girl said in shock.

Miley looked to Stacy to see if she might go along, but saw only horror in her best friend's expression. So she went alone. Miley felt like the entire school was watching her as she crossed the cafeteria into 'no mans land'. But she remembered what Charlie told her the day before, about no girls ever talking to him. She decided right then and there that she didn't want to be one of those girls. Not anymore.

"Hi Charlie," Miley said, setting her lunch tray next to his.

"Oh, uh hi Miley," Charlie's expression was one of complete surprise.

"Who's your friend?" Miley asked.

"This is my best friend, Brian."

Brian was staring at Miley, in awe with the fact that she seemed friendly with Charlie, or that she would even consider coming over to sit next to them.

"Hi Brian, I'm Miley."

"I know," Brian said, his voice carrying some reverence. "Everyone knows."

Grinning at that Miley asked, "Is it okay if I join you guys?"

"Yeah, sure," Charlie nodded. Brian was in agreement as well.

Miley sat down next to Charlie. She cast a quick glance around the cafeteria and noted all the eyes looking her way. Several people were murmuring and whispering. Stacy, Darla, and the girls Miley left behind were watching with total shock on their expressions. Miley looked away, trying to ignore all of it.

"I really had fun at your place yesterday, Charlie," Miley said. "You know, with that biology project we were working on?"

Charlie grinned, redness coloring his cheeks, "Um, yeah. Me too."

Brian stared at Charlie in disbelief.

"Do you want to work on it again tonight? You could come over to my place. My parents won't be home. It's Friday and they went somewhere for a long weekend. Thankfully they didn't drag me along."

Brian's mouth was now literally hanging open.

"Really?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah. But don't expect me to make anything more than microwave pizzas if you get hungry. I suck at cooking."

Charlie laughed, "Yeah, I'd love to come over."

"Great. Meet me in the parking lot after school then." Miley had a bite of her lunch once that was settled, "So, what were you guys talking about before I sat down and interrupted?

"Um, we were debating who is a better Green Lantern: Hal Jordan or Kyle Rayner..."

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The rest of the day flew by for Miley. Stacy dogged her during biology, wanting to know why Miley abandoned her at lunch and wondered if 'horse cock' was more important to Miley than her best friend. Miley did her best in explaining that Charlie was a nice guy and that she wanted to be friends with him, which only led to even more questions. Miley did her best to ignore them.

After school, Charlie was waiting by Miley's car when she came out. She noticed him staring at her outfit, particularly the bare expanse of thigh between her mini skirt and high boots. She also sighed, noting that he was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a Darth Vader tee shirt. 'This boy needs some work' she thought to herself.

"That was really cool of you to come sit with me and Brian at lunch," Charlie was saying as Miley drove towards her house.

"It's no big deal."

"It was to me," Charlie said, "And Brian wouldn't shut up about it for the rest of the day. We have Calculus together and he kept asking about you and me."

Miley grinned, "Yeah, I was getting the same thing from Stacy in Bio. But lunch was fun. I had no idea there were two Green Lanterns."

Laughing, Charlie explained, "Actually there are a lot more than two. But that's probably a topic for another lunch."

Miley grinned.

When they arrived at Miley's house, Charlie was in awe. It was huge; easily three times the size of his parents rambler, "Wow, your parents have a really nice house. I should have guessed when you told me your step dad gave you a BMW."

"Thanks, yeah, it's pretty nice. You want to see my room first?"

"Um, y-yeah okay," Charlie said, tripping over his own tongue.

Miley giggled, "Relax big guy. I won't bite." She led him upstairs to her bedroom, "Unless you ask real nice..."

Charlie was envious of Miley's room, which was huge. It was big enough to fit a whole bedroom set, along with a couch and big screen TV. There were posters of Lady Gaga and Justin Timberlake everywhere, and the décor all shared a pink motif.

"So, you mentioned our biology project..." Charlie dared.

Miley smirked, "Yeah. I learned a lot yesterday. I want to learn more, but you've got the equipment I need."

Charlie issued a nervous laugh, "Look, Miley, I really had a lot of fun too. I mean a lot of fun. But I'm not sure I can..."

Stepping closer, Miley lifted a finger to Charlie's lips, hushing him. Then she reached and removed his glasses, and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. She noticed then how nice his blue eyes were. "I get it," Miley said. "You're more than a big dick."

Charlie nodded.

Lifting to her tippy-toes, Miley pressed a brief kiss against Charlie's lips, "Just like I'm a lot more than a ditzy jock-concubine. Look, I like you Charlie. You're sweet and friendly and cute without your glasses. I won't deny that it took your big cock to get me to notice, but I have noticed."

"What does that mean?" Charlie asked.

"I guess it means I want to be friends? Friends with benefits, with the possibility of maybe more?"

"Okay," Charlie agreed with an eager grin.

"Okay?" Miley smiled, "Does that mean we can play with your penis now?" Both of them laughed. "I want to watch you touch it," Miley added her voice suddenly smoky with arousal.

"You want me to...?" 

"Yeah. I want to watch you masturbate," she said, her blue eyes twinkling with the promise of sexy fun.

"I don't know if I can," Charlie worried. "With someone watching, I mean."

Miley worked the buttons of her shirt loose, exposing her bra-clad breasts and the flat of her tanned tummy, "What if I did it with you? We could watch each other."

Charlie swallowed heavily, his eyes lowering. "That might work," he replied, voice almost trance-like while watching Miley remove her shirt.

Letting her garment fall to the floor, Miley reached for the hem of Charlie's tee shirt. He lifted his arms and she pulled it off over his head. Charlie was skinny, but not overly so, and his chest was free of hair. Miley liked that; she thought hairy men were gross.

Taking the next step, Miley pushed her mini skirt down her legs, slipping it off right over her tall leather boots. This revealed her bikini panties, white like her bra, and Charlie's eyes about popped out of his head. She giggled at his expression, "Like what you see big guy?"

Charlie nodded eagerly, "Yeah, you are so pretty. I can't believe this is happening."

"Believe it," Miley assured, reaching for Charlie's pants to unfasten them.

"Miley..." Charlie whispered.

"Yeah?" she replied, looking up into his eyes.

"I really like you," Charlie said, his voice soft. "And it's not just because you're so sexy. I mean, I like that part too of course, but you're really a terrific girl. Like today at lunch, you were really great to hang out with Brian and me."

Miley smiled warmly.

"I just wanted you to know that. I don't think you're a ditz, or a concubine," Charlie added.

Lifting to her toes, Miley brushed a soft kiss against Charlie's lips, "You might be the sweetest guy I've ever met." Then Miley stepped back, slowly, and slid onto her bed. She was the definition of hot, clad in her bra, panties, and knee high boots. Charlie stared, licking his drying lips.

"Sit across from me," Miley suggested. "Take your pants off, and sit on the other side of the bed so I can see you."

Charlie did as he was told; he wasn't about to argue! He was naked when he sat back on Miley's bed, leaning against the headboard. His penis was already erect and waving in the air. He couldn't pull his eyes from her, and Miley realized she had his undivided attention.

"Now reach over into my nightstand, the second drawer...yeah, you use lubrication when you jerk off, right?"

Charlie nodded, reaching over to the drawer.

"There's some hand lotion in there you can use," Miley directed, letting one of her hands glide across the front of her crisp white bikini bottom. "Use as much as you need, hon. Spread it all over your big cock."

Opening the cap, Charlie squirted a long bead of lotion out, and then started to smooth it all over the skin of his penis. Before long, he was well-lubricated and his palm was gliding slowly up and down his shaft.

Miley watched him; her expression filled with arousal as she unfastened her bra and allowed it to fall off her torso. She bit her lower lip, letting Charlie get an eyeful of her B-cup breasts.

"Do you like my tits?" she asked, sincerely curious.

"Yes, a lot. You're so hot, Miley."

"Tell me what you want to do with them," Miley gently demanded, her hands squeezing her own breasts and pinching the nipples.

"I...I want to...." stammered Charlie, his sexual inexperience causing him to struggle with the words.

"C'mon Charlie, its okay. Tell me what you think about doing to a woman's breasts when you jerk off. "

"I think about sucking on them," he replied, still slowly stroking his now fully erect cock.

Miley slid a hand down over her sternum and tummy, letting it disappear into her panties, "What else, baby? Tell me what else you want to do."

"I-I want to touch them, and squeeze them in my hands."

"Mm, that's it, you're doing great. What else? Do you want to rub your big cock on them?"

A little grunt escaped Charlie's throat at that suggestion, "Yeah... oh fuck that would be so hot."

"Does that turn you on, Charlie?" Miley cooed, her hand stretching her panties out as she masturbated herself. "To think about sliding your big monster between my titties?"

"Oh god," Charlie moaned. His grip tightened and he began to stroke a little faster, the slick sound of the hand lotion audible as he jerked off.

"Look at that thing," Miley said, her eyes glued to Charlie's display of masturbation. "It's so big. I doubt I could even get my boobs around that thing."

Charlie's eyes were locked onto Miley's breasts like a pair of missiles as he masturbated, "This is so hot, I love watching you Miley. You're so incredible."

"I like watching you too," Miley replied, voice husky. "I like watching you rub your big cock while you look at my naked body. Do I turn you on, Charlie? Am I as good as watching porn on your computer?"

"Y-yes, oh god yes," Charlie said, growing more aroused by the second.

Miley scooted back, leaning against a plush pillow. She pushed her panties down, letting them stretch between her sexy thighs. This gave Charlie a view of her vagina, and she let him get an eyeful of her finger as she rubbed it around her budding clitoris. She was still wearing her leather boots and she knew it was turning Charlie on, "Tell me what else you want to do, Charlie. Tell me what you want to do to my body."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 01



"I... I want to..."

"It's okay Charlie, don't be ashamed. Talk dirty to me."

"I want to cum on you," Charlie blurted out as he jerked off, his hand now pumping vigorously.

"Oh yeah," Miley moaned, her finger rapidly stimulating her sex button. "I bet that would really turn you on, huh? To jerk that big cock until you shot your mess all over me, like I was some filthy porn star? Where do you want to cum on me, tell me Charlie, where do you want to shoot your cum?"

Moaning, Charlie was barely able to breathe out the words, "...your face..."

"Oh Charlie, that's so nasty. Are you thinking about shooting your thick sticky spunk all over my pretty face? I bet you...oh god...I bet you want to get it in my hair...oh shit, Charlie, I'm going to cum..."

When he heard that, Charlie was somehow able to slow his masturbation. He watched Miley with rapt interest as her trim thighs started to convulse. She squirmed and moaned as the orgasm overtook her, eyes clasped shut. "...oh fuck... oh fuck..." she kept repeating wantonly.

"Cum for me Miley," Charlie urged, "That's so sexy, I can't believe how hot this is."

"Oh fuck... oh Charlie..." Miley kept moaning, her sex starting to glisten with the moisture of her cum. "Uhn... uhn... god damn that felt good... did you like that hon? Watching me cum like that?"

"Yeah, damn. Seriously Miley, that was so fucking hot."

But Miley wasn't done. She continued to stimulate her clit and returned to watching Charlie stroke his massive erection, "You're a naughty boy, Charlie, wanting to cum all over my face. Treat me like I'm some kind of whore."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned. He was back to pumping his fist swiftly, pre-cum beginning to leak from the tip of his cock, "You're so dirty."

"Mm, does it turn you on when I talk dirty to you Charlie? Am I going to make your cock squirt out all its juice?"

Charlie nodded rapidly, trying to hold his orgasm back. He wanted to last a little bit longer.

"You like calling me dirty, don't you? Go ahead, tell me how dirty I am."

"Oh Miley, you're so dirty..."

Miley was breathing heavily, "Louder baby. Tell me what a tramp I am."

"You dirty tramp," Charlie moaned.

"Oh yeah... oh god Charlie, now you're talking. I'm such a filthy girl for watching you jerk that cock of yours...oh fuck it's so hot... you make me feel dirty, Charlie. Make me feel hot and naughty."

Miley lifted her legs, pulled her panties down off her legs, then spread them wide open for Charlie to get a good look at her virginal cunt as she continued to masturbate, "I'm going to give you these panties, Charlie, so you can take them home with you; so you can be naughty too, playing with my soiled under-things."

Charlie was starting to lose control, his shaft thickening.

"That way you can smell them, smell my pussy in them, and shoot your nasty stuff into them... mmm... you naughty boy, cumming into my nice white panties."

Charlie grunted, barely able to hold back now. Clear fluid flowed from his gaping cock-tip like a fountain.

"Oh! Oh fuck Charlie, it's so naughty, thinking about you jerking off your big monster into my little white panties... soiling them with your filthy stuff. It's gonna make me cum again... oh god... I'm so close."

Charlie's eyes glazed over.

Squirming once more, Miley was on the brink, "Cum baby... cum with me... make that big fucking thing of yours shoot...oh god! Oh fuck I'm cumming!"

Charlie lost it as Miley wiggled through her second orgasm. He'd never been this aroused, this on edge. His cock was on fire as his semen blasted out, shot after shot of the pearly fluid launching into the air by his heaving erection and pumping fist. The two of them moaned together, caught up in the arousal of Miley's dirty talk, lost in the mutual pleasure of their masturbation.

When it was all over, Charlie lay perfectly still. His stomach, hips, and thighs were a mess of sticky fluid, and his softening cock twitched from the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm Charlie had ever experienced. "That was... wow."

Miley giggled, crawling across the bed to lie at Charlie's side, shoulder to shoulder, "So, that was fun, huh?"

"That was great," Charlie agreed. "You're really something, Miley. I mean, wow. I really like it when you talk dirty. It's so sexy."

"You turned me on too," Miley murmured, glancing aside at Charlie. "I got really hot watching you jerk off."

Both of them lay silently for several moments, then Charlie suddenly asked, "Were you serious about giving me your panties?"

Miley couldn't help but laugh at his innocent tone. "Sure big guy. But in trade you have to teach me about all those Green Lanterns..."

[Edited by manda126] 



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



PART 1 - Beauty Seduces the Geek

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Sitting at his bedroom desk, Charlie tried to concentrate on his homework, but it wasn't going well. How pathetic, he thought, doing homework on a Saturday afternoon; no wonder he wasn't popular. Rising from his chair, Charlie stepped over to his dresser and opened the top drawer to look at what was keeping his mind from schoolwork. There they were; Miley's white panties. He lifted them to his face and took a deep whiff of their aroma; it was the most intoxicating thing Charlie ever smelled. Miley had given them to him just a day prior, when the two had masturbated together.

He'd had a crush on her forever, but what guy didn't? She was the most popular and best looking girl at school after all. But for Charlie, those feelings were amplified a hundred-fold now that they had fooled around a couple of times. He really liked Miley, and he couldn't get her out of his head. But she said she just wanted to be friends. Not that Charlie minded; being friends with Miley was a hell of a lot better than getting ignored by her (and every other girl at school).

Still, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not only was Miley unbelievably attractive, but she had a great personality too. She had shown kindness to Charlie and didn't treat him like an outcast. She was funny, and smart, and confident - so confident! That was one of Charlie's favorite things about her. He recalled the way she talked dirty to him when they masturbated together; she was fearless and erotic. He'd never encountered anyone like her before in his eighteen years.

With a sigh, Charlie put the panties away and closed the drawer. He wondered what Miley was doing. She was probably at some party having fun, with all the other popular kids. Charlie imagined her having sex with some brainless jock, surprised by how much that bothered him. How could he feel so jealous? It's not like he had any chance of becoming her boyfriend; he and Miley lived in separate worlds. With a frown, Charlie returned to his desk and tried to focus on his homework.

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"What's with you, Miley?" Stacy was complaining. "First you abandon me at lunch yesterday to go sit with those two geeks, then you ditch out on going to the mall with me after school. I thought we were best friends?"

Miley couldn't help but grin from behind her big sunglasses. She and Stacy both lay in her suburban back yard, beside the pool soaking up some afternoon Florida sun, "I didn't abandon you at lunch, I invited you with!"

"Yeah right, like I'm going to sit in loser-land."

"I told you, Charlie isn't a loser. It turns out he's a really nice guy. Yeah, he's a little rough around the social edges, but he's totally sweet."

"Oh my god," Stacy whined. "Please tell me you're not falling for Charlie White."

"I'm not falling for him," Miley assured. "We're just friends, sort of. And I'm sorry I forgot about shopping with you yesterday. I've just had a lot on my mind lately, you know?"

"Like Charlie White's big dick?"

Miley giggled, "No! Like deciding on a college and stuff. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to do with my life."

"Whatever, you've had like a hundred offers, and with your parent's money you could go anywhere you..."

As Stacy rambled on, Miley rolled over onto her stomach, unfastening her bikini top to avoid a tan line. She told Stacy she wasn't falling for Charlie, but Miley wasn't so sure; she'd been thinking about him all day. She recalled how hot it was when they masturbated together, and how she gave him a hand job the day before that. It was fun, sexy, and naughty! But there was more to it than that. He had a naïve innocence about him and wasn't completely full of himself like all the other guys Miley dated. Charlie was sweet, kind, and funny. Plus, it was obvious he was totally into her; Miley adored the way he looked at her. Most guys leered at her like she was a sexual conquest. But when Charlie looked at her, Miley felt like she was the center of his universe. She was more than just a body to him; Charlie made her feel special.

"...you even listening to me?" Stacy was saying.

Miley glanced aside, "Huh?"

"I asked if you wanted to go to the mall with me tomorrow. I swear Miley, you've been a total space cadet for the last few days."

"Sorry," Miley had another grin on her face. "Of course I want to go to the mall with you tomorrow. I need to find something sexy to wear on Monday."

"Oh?" Stacy asked, eyebrow lifting. "Who do you want to impress?"

"No one, " Miley lied. "I just feel like something new."

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"Hey dork," the jock snorted, bumping a rough shoulder into Charlie as he got off the bus. With a sigh, he picked up a book the jock made him drop. Monday morning meant going back to the harsh reality of unpopularity.

It had been a long weekend for Charlie, because he simply couldn't get his mind off Miley. Part of him couldn't wait for the day to come, in the hopes that he'd see her. But another part was dreading it, fearful that things would return to normal and that Miley would go back to ignoring him. Charlie worried that Miley had her fun with his big penis and wouldn't be interested in him anymore. What could he possibly offer her, after all? He didn't have a car, didn't have any money, and she could have any guy she wanted.

When lunch period came Charlie sat at his usual table, a desolate area of the cafeteria avoided by most of the other students. He greeted his somewhat portly friend, "Hey Brian."

"Hey Charlie, how was your weekend dude? Did you catch the new episode of Clone Wars?"

"I missed it," Charlie lamented. "I forgot it was even on."

"How could you forget, dude? It was totally awesome. There was this new bad ass clone who-" Brian paused, then whispered "Holy shit."

Charlie glanced at Brian, then turned in the direction his friend was staring.

There she was, looking so utterly fantastic Charlie could barely breathe. Miley had a blue floral-print sundress on that clung to her torso like a glove; the bust of it lifted her small breasts and showed off the top of her tanned cleavage. The skirt was short and slightly flared, revealing Miley's amazingly perfect legs. She had heeled sandals on, which arched her trim ankles perfectly. Her dark curly hair was lifted into a bedazzling tangle above her head, with just a few coiling tendrils falling to frame her gorgeous face.

"Dude, Miley Andrews is so fucking hot," Brian whispered in a flat tone, staring longingly.

"Yeah," Charlie agreed, watching Miley as she crossed the cafeteria to sit with a group of her friends.

"Were you seriously helping her with biology?" Brian asked, recalling what Miley had said at lunch the Friday previous.

"Yeah," Charlie confirmed, "I mean, sort of." He shook his head, trying to look away.

Brian gave him an odd look, but Charlie didn't notice. Seeing Miley like that made his stomach turn. He liked her so much that it felt like a thousand butterflies were constantly fluttering inside him whenever he thought about her, which was constantly. He wanted to go talk to her, just to say hi, but he was scared. He feared her friends would tease him or belittle him. Even worse would be if Miley was cruel. Charlie simply didn't have the courage to face that potential humiliation. So he did his best to ignore her and tried not to think about Miley Andrews.

He didn't know if such a thing was possible.

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Pretending to pay attention to the conversation at her table, Miley kept stealing glances towards Charlie but he never looked her way once. She hid her frown, frustrated that Charlie hadn't even noticed her. She had gone out of her way to find the sexiest dress she could when her and Stacy were at the mall, then she spent over an hour on her hair that morning. She had done it for Charlie, hoping he'd look at her the way he often did and make her feel special. But the way Charlie was ignoring her was like she didn't even exist to him.

Every other guy in school was slipping on their own drool as they passed her in the hallway, but the only one she cared about impressing was Charlie. Could she really be falling for him? And why wasn't he paying attention to her, she wondered? Was he just like all the other guys? Did he have his fun with her and now he wasn't interested? Miley felt totally confused, and the same butterflies Charlie had were assaulting her innards as well.

During Biology, the only class Miley and Charlie shared, Charlie never even showed. Miley wondered if he was avoiding her. Did she do something to make him mad? I was difficult for her to concentrate during class, all she could think about was Charlie, his big beautiful cock, and about how much she craved his attention.

By the time the bell rang, Miley was so irritated by it all that she had grown angry. She barely said anything to Stacy after class and hurried out of school to where the busses loaded.

Standing outside, Miley looked everywhere for Charlie. She meant to let him know just how pissed off she was that he hadn't even said hi to her. Miley knew that she could have been the one to approach him, but she felt that a girl deserved to be romanced. She wanted to be chased. She wanted to be desired. Miley wanted Charlie to make her feel special, but he let her down. Unfortunately Charlie was nowhere to bee seen and Miley started to grow frantic. "Where is he?!" she blurted in frustration.

"Who are you looking for?" Miley heard someone say. She turned to see Charlie's friend.

"Brian! Thank god. Have you seen Charlie?"

"You're looking for Charlie? Wow. Uh, he skipped after lunch. He said he didn't feel well and was walking home." Brian's eyes were firmly on Miley's breasts when he added, "If you need help with biology I could certainly...?"

"Thanks Brian, you're a life-saver!" Miley interrupted, dashing towards the student parking lot where her car waited.

Ten minutes later, Miley was knocking on Charlie's front door. She didn't see any cars in the driveway and assumed his parents weren't home, which was good. She meant to give Charlie holy hell for not paying attention to her all day!

Finally, the door opened. "Miley?" Charlie looked surprised.

"What is wrong with you Charlie White?!" Miley snapped. "You ignore me all day after what we did together? We get naked and masturbate and you act all sweet and nice and I buy this dress just for you and spend all morning on my hair and you think you can just pretend I don't exist? Well I've got news for you Charlie, you and your phony nice-guy act and your big dick can all go to hell because I don't even care!"

Charlie reeled back on his heels, wide eyed at the verbal barrage. He lifted his palms towards Miley in defense, "Whoa, whoa, Miley, slow down."

"How could you just ignore me like that? Huh, Charlie? When I go to all the trouble of trying to turn you on?! Stacy was right, how could I even consider going out with you? You made me feel awful all afternoon! Every other guy in school wanted to talk to me but I only wanted to impress you and you couldn't even say hi to me!"

"Miley!" Charlie pleaded. "Please, I didn't mean... just slow down for a second, let me explain."

Miley's only reply was a glare that could make steel wither.

"Miley... I..."

Miley waited for Charlie to say something, but the only thing he seemed able to do was trip over his own tongue, "Just forget it Charlie, god! I can't believe I let you get into my head. I thought you were different, but you're just like every other boy. All you care about is getting your rocks off and moving on to your next conquest!"

Miley spun with a huff to walk away.

"It was like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once!" Charlie suddenly blurted.

Miley was halfway down the front steps when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," Charlie continued. "When I saw you today you were so beautiful it literally hurt."

Miley's expression softened a little as Charlie finally managed to find his words.

"I'm a nobody. I mean, you're totally out of my league and you could have any guy you wanted. I figured you'd had your fun with me last week and that there was no way you could really be interested in me."

Miley turned around to face Charlie again.

"I'm a geek, and you... you're perfect. When I saw you in the cafeteria it was like the whole world got brighter. It's like that every time I see you. I-I just didn't think I had a chance with a girl like you."

Miley folded her arms across her chest, eyeing Charlie.

"I'm sorry I ignored you. I wanted to talk to you at lunch, but I was scared of what your friends would think of me. I didn't want to be embarrassed."

"Just shut up Charlie." Miley let out a heavy breath, eyes suddenly warm, "You had me by the time you said I was perfect." Miley suddenly trotted up the steps and threw her arms around Charlie's neck, kissing him with all the passion she could muster. It took Charlie by surprise, but eventually he responded by putting his arms around her and kissing her back. The two embraced for several long moments.

"Charlie..." Miley breathed, her voice low and husky, "you really need to work on your self confidence."

"Sorry. I mean, I will." Grinning, Charlie asked, "So you seriously bought this dress for me?"

"Of course I did you big goof. I've been trying to torment you with it all day."

"It worked," Charlie informed her, still holding her close.

"I can't believe you, Charlie. I jerk you off, I masturbate in front of you, I give you my panties for crying out loud, and you still don't get the message."

"Um, I'm still not very clear."

"Oh my god, Charlie, I want you. I want to be with you. I don't care how popular you are, or what anyone else thinks. That stuff doesn't matter to me anymore. You're a really nice guy and you make me laugh. You turn me on and you make me feel like I'm the only girl on the planet when you look at me."

"You want to be with me? Y-you mean," Charlie stammered, "you want to be my...?"

"Well, we're going to have to get you to a stylist, and a trip to the mall is somewhat urgent, but yeah. I want to be your girlfriend."

"A stylist?" Charlie asked, horrified.

"At least a talented barber," Miley compromised with a giggle.

"And the mall?" Charlie wondered.

Miley nodded, nuzzling a kiss against Charlie's cheek, "I'm not saying you have to burn the Batman tee shirts sweetie, I'm just saying we need to buy you some alternatives."

"But on Friday you said you just wanted to be friends?"

"A girl has to play a little hard to get?"

Charlie laughed. "Any other demands?" he wondered.

"Uh huh," Miley nodded sagely. "You have to let me play with your cock whenever I want." Her hand groped between his legs, "When will your mom be home?"

"Um, in a couple of hours?"

"Perfect. Take me to bed," Miley whispered seductively, fondling Charlie through his pants. "I promise I'll be just as hot without the dress."

Charlie didn't want to pinch himself for fear of waking up. All of his fears and self-doubts washed away as he and Miley rushed up the stairs to his bedroom, laughing and holding hands. Miley Andrews, the girl he'd had a crush on since he knew what a crush was, liked him. She wanted to be his girlfriend!

He watched in awe as Miley sat him on the bed and modeled her body in that fantastic dress, slowly letting it fall from her body into a puddle on the floor. She wriggled out of her panties, twirling them on her finger before tossing them at Charlie. He laughed, fumbling with his own pants. Miley helped him, pulling his shirt off and kissing him as he shed himself of the rest of his clothes. She pulled his glasses off and kissed him again, running her hand through his hair as they lay back on the bed and embraced.

"Miley, I don't, I mean... I'm still a..." Charlie struggled with his words, a little overwhelmed at the prospect of a beautiful girl in bed with him.

"Shh, it's okay. I know. You're doing fine," came Miley's reassuring voice. She kissed him, laying on her back and curling a leg around one of Charlie's. Miley had a way of licking and nibbling on Charlie's lips that made his whole mouth tingle. She was reaching between their bodies to grip his erection, fondling it loosely until it was firm and pulsing in her hand. "Your thing is so powerful. Rub it against me, rub it against my pussy."

With her hand helping to steer, Charlie maneuvered his erection between Miley's legs, his long shaft fitting perfectly against her labia. With gentle movements of his hips Charlie's cock slid against her sex, dragging against Miley's clit and stimulating it with a slow friction.

"Mm, that feels so good," Miley cooed, taking one of Charlie's wrists and guiding his hand to her breast. "I can feel your cock against my clit; you're making me wet."

With a handful of one of Miley's tits Charlie humped against her slit, her arousal making the underside of his shaft slick. He looked down at Miley's sun-kissed body and marveled at her toned frame. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

"Don't ever stop telling me that." Miley's hands smoothed up Charlie's chest and then cupped his face, "Don't close your eyes, just look at me. I love it when you look at me Charlie. I want to see your face when you fuck me."

"Damn Miley, you're getting me so hot."

"Do you want to be inside me?" Miley murmured in a teasing tone. "Do you want to put your big cock in me and fuck me?"

"Y-yeah," Charlie rasped, barely able to speak. "I want to be in you so bad," he was trying, the tip of his cock poking and probing against Miley's opening.

With a warm smile, Miley reached to his penis once again and helped Charlie aim, "Go slow okay? I don't know if I can take your whole thing, you're so big."

"Okay." Charlie took in a sharp breath as he felt the head of his erection enter Miley, "Oh god. Oh wow."

"Easy," Miley winced. "Easy baby... oh fuck you're big," Miley's eyes closed and she grunted as though in pain.

"Miley?" Charlie worried. "What is it, am I-?

"It's okay," Miley assured him, her voice heavy. "Go slow. Oh my god, you're filling me up. Just... just go slow."

With all the speed of a snail, Charlie slowly worked his hips. Miley felt tight, and he feared hurting her. But with every little thrust his erection penetrated a little further. He lowered his head, kissing her, and Miley responded hotly. She grabbed the back of his head and explored his mouth with her tongue.

"You're amazing," Miley eventually gasped, spreading her legs further to accommodate the large intrusion. "Go a little deeper, it's... oh god Charlie, I can feel you inside me. Filling me."

With fluid motions, Charlie started to fuck his cock in and out of her. He could manage a little better than half his shaft before he'd slide it back and fuck it into her again. He maintained a slow pace.

Miley hugged Charlie close, curling her arms around his torso. Her breasts pressed against his chest, "You're fucking me so good Charlie. So slow, so nice. I love it. I love your big cock."

"Miley..." Charlie said in a raspy voice full of arousal.

"Does my pussy feel good?"

"Yes. Oh shit, Miley, yes."

She felt him quicken, urging him, "Keep going slow baby. That's it, oh god your cock feels good against my clit. Charlie this is incredible, fuck me slow. Fuck me slow and make me cum. I want to cum on your big cock."

"You're so warm... so tight... Miley..."

"I know sweetie, it feels so good. Your cock... oh god your cock is so awesome. I don't ever want to get fucked by another cock Charlie. I just want your cock. Promise me, promise me you'll never stop fucking me... promise me you'll fill me with this big cock whenever I need it."

Charlie grunted, almost two thirds of his cock buried into Miley's innards. "...I... I promise baby..."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



As we drove into the supermarket car park, we glimpsed a stunning brunette being manhandled out of a side door and into the back of a white van by a couple of burly blokes. She was tall, slim, elegant, and in trouble. She was struggling, and by the state of one of them had inflicted some useful damage.

"Stop them!" Julie shouted at me.

101 things ran through my brain. "I won't be able to – they're too big." I drove fast down the car park and stopped across the front of the van. "I've broken down – electrical fault – I'm useless practically. Get them under the hood and distract them as much as you can. I'll see if I can get the girl." I said urgently.

We both jumped out of the car.

"You idiot. What did you do this time? Can't you even drive a car without breaking it?"

I was impressed. "Bloody thing. What the hell is wrong this time." I kicked the tyre for emphasis.

"Move out of the way – we're in a hurry." Not the politest of thugs, then, I thought.

"Wish I could mate. It's stopped. Too much electronics if you ask me. Wonderful when it works. Impenetrable when it goes wrong. Do you think you could fix it?"

"Show me what's wrong."

"It's stalled and it won't start. Done it before. Bloody load of scrap."

I climbed back into the driver's seat and turned the key, conveniently forgetting to put my foot on the pedal to clear the safety interlock. "You see. Nothing."

"S'all right. We'll push you over."

I looked pityingly at him. "Electric hand brake. Can't get it off unless the engine's going. Could you look and see if there's anything you can do?"

I hoped he didn't realise that just turning on the ignition allows the electric handbrake to work. I popped the hood to forestall any attempt on his part to try things.

"He's useless with practical things. More help if I do something." She turned to me. "Get the tool box out of the back, you useless cretin." Julie was really on form. "Come on, let's have a look." She guided them around the front and began to make a mess of getting the hood up. I was impressed again.

I walked to the back of the car muttering under my breath, as I thought an aggrieved man might, and opened the tailgate. As soon as their heads were under the hood, I scooted up the side of the van and opened the rear door on my side so they wouldn't see.

A pair of frightened and furious eyes looked at me. I was appalled. They had gagged her and bound her hands, but fortunately not her feet.

"Quick, out. Down the side of the van and into the back of my car. Keep low." I hissed at her. I was glad to see that the back was separated from the front with only a small window. Hopefully that would give us a few extra minutes.

Carefully I shut the van door and scooted back to mine. I got out the tool box and whispered to reassure her, "We'll get out and find a police car."

I slammed the tailgate and went round the front, where Julie was doing a superb job, but running out of plays to keep them occupied.

"I got the tools, but I found a loose wire in the back. Let's try it again."

"I'm not having you doing it without me there to see you don't muck it up. Anyway, they'll have to shut the hood or the interlock won't allow it to start."

The thugs banged the hood shut. I blessed her quick thinking, and we both got back into the car. I took the toolbox with me, and left the door open so as not to arouse suspicion. Of course the car started first time, and I thanked them profusely till they were practically screaming wanting me to leave. We drove off, not too quickly, trying not to attract their attention. I turned the wrong way out of the supermarket entrance, and once out of sight, turned up a side road and turned again round a back road. Now we needed to wait, an agonising process when two thugs might be after you.

I got out and opened the tailgate. "Are you OK ma'am?" I asked as I took off her gag and eventually managed to untie her wrists. The rope marks were vicious. She winced, and I swore at those thugs. Julie came round as well and we introduced ourselves. 

She was obviously full of courage and intelligent as she gave a brief account of her ordeal. They had jumped her as she reached the back of the supermarket – right by the staff door, so she was in the van before anyone knew. I had time for a proper look - she was tall and slender with glossy chestnut hair – a real stunner. That was all we had time for.

"I'm sorry – I think you'll be safer in the back out of sight. Uncomfortable, but preferable to giving the game away immediately."

She agreed and climbed back in, while I shut the tailgate on her. We thought we had allowed enough time for them to pass if they were going this way, so we re-traced our steps and drove out the other way.

"Keep your eyes peeled for police cars. We can't do this on our own. It's too dangerous."

We thought we'd never see one. How time drags when you are desperate. Suddenly there was one coming the other way. I started weaving across the road from side to side, and Julie waved with both hands. I went so close to the side of their car I could see the look of fear on the police officer's face. But the ploy worked, their blue light came on and they turned to follow us. I stopped and they stopped ahead of me.

I was careful to keep my hands visible on the wheel until asked to lower the window.

"Right, Sir, you've got some explaining to do."

"I'm sorry. I need help."

The officer grinned, obviously agreeing. "You're not joking!"

"We saved a girl from kidnap. She's in the back."

The officer laughed. "If you think that's going to get you off a dangerous driving charge, you're wrong!"

I knew he wouldn't believe me or leave me alone if he thought I was trying to get away. "Ask your colleague to look. It's not locked."

He stared me in the eye. "Ruth. Look in the back. Open it carefully in case it's a trick."

There was a gasp of surprise from the back of the car. "Evan, you'd better come quick. He's telling the truth."

We all gathered round the back of the car. Our beautiful passenger had moved stiffly to a sitting position. She was dressed in fitting jeans, glossy brown boots and a white blouse. She looked a bit rumpled with red rope marks on her wrists and slight marks where the gag had cut into her cheeks.

"Are you all right, Ma'am?"

"Just a bit battered, but fine, thanks to these people." She smiled at Julie and me.

Suddenly I realised where I had seen that signature smile. She rose in my estimation even more. She gave a succinct account of her ordeal, and asked them to find out what had happened to Bryn. She was concerned about him, whoever he was. Evan, obviously the senior officer, went off and started jabbering away into his radio. Ruth said to her:

"We need to get you out of sight. Come and sit in the back of the police car."

As she got up, she staggered slightly from being scrunched up on the hard floor, first in the van and then in our car. Julie held out a hand and helped her across to the police car, sitting down in the back with her.

"I'm concerned. My car is known to the kidnappers. I don't think it's safe to keep using it."

"Where do you live?" Ruth asked.

"We're not local, just on holiday. We've got a house in an isolated position in Cemaes Bay. I think it would be a good idea if the girl came with us to get out of sight for a bit. My cousin is coming up later today. She runs a clothes boutique, and could bring some clothes out of her normal style as a disguise. We can also change her hair without cutting it."

Ruth looked suspiciously at me.

"If you could provide us with another car and a protection officer, and get her husband down here with some of his mates to help protect us all in the event of any problems, I don't think they would find us or cause us any issues."

Ruth was still not convinced, and I couldn't blame her.

"Julie is part of a chamber group with concerts here and in Bangor at the end of the week. The rest of the group were going to stay in the house, but couldn't come at the last minute. That's why we have a big house with just four of us in it. You'll have seen the posters. In fact, I think there was one on display in the supermarket car park."

Ruth was warming, but still wary when Evan came back. "Two cars on the way. Bryn's groggy but OK. They pricked him and pushed him into a store room. It was picked up on the security cameras, but no one saw anything at the time."

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Stay put until the cars come. You need another car, as this one is known. If you don't mind, sir, we'd like to use it as bait. All three of you need to drop out of sight until we've sorted this one out."

Ruth chimed in, "They're not local and have a holiday house at Cemaes Bay with lots of room."

Evan's eyes lit up. "I'll radio that in."

I phoned Angela and asked her to bring several outfits suitable for a holiday for someone with style and poise. Obviously she wanted to know sizes and colouring. I told her to imagine she was like someone we both knew by reputation. She laughed, and asked:

"Another of your lame ducks?"

"You could say that. I think you'll like her."

It seemed only moments before we heard the sirens, then two police cars and an ordinary car screamed up in quick succession. A senior officer, a police marksman and four other officers disgorged from the cars, and I knew my hunch was right.

The senior officer came up to me and thanked me. He requested permission to use our car in return for the plain one they had brought. He also asked if we would be willing to house a group of people.

"If Liz is prepared to come with us, we would be delighted to help. I assume you mean a protection officer, Louis, Liz's husband, and a couple of his mates. If they are willing, we'd do whatever we can."

I noted a look of respect in the officer's eyes as he realised my indirect acknowledgement of what we were dealing with. "Thank you, sir. The sooner you get away the better. Let's get the three of you into your temporary transport."

He led the way over to the plain car that had arrived and introduced me to Carys.

"We are proceeding with the plan as agreed on the way." He told her and turned to me. "Carys will drive on the way there, sir, if you don't mind. In case of trouble." He added.

As he spoke, a second plain car drew up and the marksman got into it. Liz, Julie, Carys and I all got into the first car. Carys drove, I sat in front with her, and the second plain car followed. They obviously weren't taking any chances.

I could hear Julie chatting to Liz in the back. She was calling her Liz, so she'd obviously drawn the same conclusions as me. I knew I'd married a smart girl. We made it to the house without any further incidents.

Once the two uniformed officers from the second car had done a quick check, they drove off. Carys told us they would be stationed out of sight near the main road, and would be doing regular sweeps round the house and in the area.

When we got into the house, I asked if Carys would like to go round and choose where she wanted us all to sleep. I told her to ignore signs of occupation and organise as best for her. She smiled.

"Oh, and you know my cousin Angela will be arriving much later with clothes for Liz. Her husband James will be with her. He's Julie's twin."

"So nice to be working with a civilian who has some understanding of what we're trying to do." Carys commented. She went off to organise the sleeping arrangements. I turned to Liz.

"Ma'am, I think Julie is about the same size as you. You're welcome to borrow some clothes, and I expect you'd like a hot bath to ease those bruises. As soon as Carys has fixed which is to be your bedroom, why don't you go up with Julie and get comfortable?"

"You obviously realise who I am. I am so grateful for your help." Her eyes sparkled with tears. "I'd be really glad if you would drop the formality and call me Liz. First it will make me feel more at home. Second it will avoid slips if we see anyone." She smiled that stunning smile again and allowed Julie to lead her upstairs.

I was making tea when Carys came down. "I've taken the room on this side looking up the valley. Louis' friends will have the one on the opposite side overlooking the beach. You and Julie are at the front, and Liz and Louis on the next floor up at the back."

"Great. Can you take a cup of this up for Liz, please. I reckon she'll be quite shocked by her experience, so I've put sugar in it. I expect she normally has it without, but it will help. If I'm any judge Julie will persuade her to have a sleep, or at least rest, if she can."

When Carys and Julie came back down, they confirmed that I was right. Liz was resting after her hot soak. As we drank our tea, we talked about what we were going to do. Carys confirmed that it was fine to be around the house and on the beach, but that we should all avoid going further afield, at least initially. We then moved on to discussing meals.

"Oh dear."

The others looked at me in alarm.

"It's OK. It's just that we don't have any food. That's what we were doing going to the supermarket!"

"I wonder if the 'gate' guards could go for us?" Carys mused.

Julie chimed in, "I've got a better idea. Ask Angela and James to go on their way here. That way there's no connection."

"Brilliant." I phoned Angela again. They were making good progress, and said they would call in for food before coming to the house. I think they were a bit bemused at the amount of food I discussed with them. "We need to have food for the whole of the first week, and there's a few extras staying." As always she was accepting.

Liz re-appeared an hour or so later wearing some of Julie's clothes and carrying her empty tea mug. She looked less strained, though the red marks from the ropes were still prominent and she was moving a bit stiffly from the bruising.

"How are you feeling?" Julie asked.

"Much better thanks. I'm feeling a bit peckish though. Is there any food?"

"Sorry – no. Our supermarket trip got interrupted by this annoying girl, and in the ensuing melee we rather forgot about food." I said. We all laughed.

"Actually, there is a packet of biscuits. Let's have another cup of tea with them." Julie suggested.

"Angela and James are getting food on the way here. They should be here in time for supper. We hope!"

We rehearsed the conversations we had had about what we could do, and Liz came up with a few wonderful suggestions, like a raft building competition. We explored all the cupboards, and found that the house was well equipped with books and games. The same exploration outside revealed an outhouse with barbeque, table and chairs, and a few outdoor games, including the pieces for garden chess and draughts. We concluded there must be a "board" in the gardens somewhere.

Suddenly, Carys started talking urgently into her radio.

"There's a car coming towards us. One male, one female. Likely to be Angela and James, but we can't take chances. Liz goes up to her bedroom and shuts the door."

Liz gave her a disgusted look. "I understand – but I wish I could do something."

"You two in the sitting room. I'll be outside so I can surprise them if I need to. Try to greet them normally if it's not your cousin, but speak loud so we know if it's safe." Carys disappeared off.

When we heard the car on the gravel outside, Julie went to the door, and immediately shouted back to me,

"It's Angela and James."

Liz came downstairs and Carys appeared round the side of the house. As Julie ushered them through the door, she said,

"We'll empty the car in a minute. Come and meet our two friends. She turned to Carys and Liz. This is James, my twin, and his wife Angela."

Angela gasped, and executed a perfect curtsy. Although the effect was marred by her jeans, it was sincere, none the less.

"Your Royal Highness. It is a privilege to meet you." She threw me an accusing look. "You told me she was LIKE her. You didn't say it WAS her."

"I couldn't. We're hiding. Come in and have a cup of tea, and we'll tell the story. This is Liz and Carys, by the way."

"What do you mean Liz?" Angela asked.

"I'm sorry, but I'd be glad if you'd call me that. You'll see why Catherine, or Kate, or Ma'am, or any of my formal titles could be dangerous when you've heard the story." Liz took Angela's arm and led her into the sitting room while Carys went off to make tea.

James was just staring. I couldn't fault him, though. I think she's even more impressive in real life than in pictures. Suddenly he recollected himself.

"What happened to your wrists?" He asked in a horrified tone.

We started from the beginning, with Liz explaining how she'd been manhandled out of the supermarket and tied up. Carys came in in the middle with the tea. There weren't any biscuits left, unfortunately. During the story they gasped a few times, and obviously gained a new respect for Liz.

After we'd emptied the car, Liz took Angela off to her bedroom to explore the clothes she'd brought with her, while James, Julie and I started on some supper. Carys went off to check in and find out what else was happening. When she came back, she had news.

"Louis is on his way with two mates to help protect us all, and Rhiannon is coming first thing tomorrow to join me – I'll need some time off to sleep by then." She commented wryly. "There's three of us assigned to Liz, Bryn being the third. They must have given him a big shot. He's well, but still a bit groggy. Bastards." She said with feeling.

We'd already anticipated the three extras in the amount of food cooking in the oven, so we were able to sit down for a while. Angela and Liz reappeared, and we were all amazed. Angela had done a fantastic job. Liz' hair was plaited and cunningly wound round her head to change the shape. Her makeup also changed the shape of her face, and the wire rimmed glasses were a master stroke. The clothes were smart, but so unlike her normal style that you wouldn't immediately associate with her.

We noticed that her eyes were brimful of laughter, and she was obviously trying not to laugh or say anything as we commented on the superb transformation. Finally she couldn't contain herself, and she broke into one of her sunshine smiles. We all gasped. She had two front teeth missing.

I thought James was going to explode. "Just let me find those bastards, and I'll kill them with my bare hands."

Angela laughed delightedly. "They're blacked out." She explained. "I thought her smile was too easy to recognise, so we needed something to distract people."

It was a master touch. The combination with the subtle changes in hair, makeup and clothes hid her in plain sight. We all complimented Angela, and Carys said she could have a job with the protection service any time. I went off to check the food, and came back rather precipitately.

"There's a boat approaching the beach fast. What do we do Carys?"

"How many people in it?" Carys demanded.

"Three male, I think."

"That's fine. It's Louis." She confirmed. "The Super thought it would avoid any chance of being followed if they came by boat."

We all trooped outside the front door and watched as the three men pulled the boat up the beach and secured it, then started up the hillside to the house at a cracking pace. Louis was obviously concerned about his wife. He was well disguised, as I found it difficult to tell which of the three he was from a distance. As he approached, I recognised the hair colour, and at the same time realised the other two were armed, though the guns were concealed.

As they approached, two people spoke at once:

"I'm William. Where's Kate?" The extreme concern was evident in his voice.

"Rosie! Well I'm blowed!" James laughed delightedly.

"Allow me to introduce ourselves." I went round just saying the first names, finishing with Liz.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



"You mustn't use William, you need to be Louis." Recognising her voice he ran into her arms.

"I was so worried about you."

"I'm so glad you're here."

She winced slightly and smiled up at him. He stiffened.

"What have they done to you. Your teeth and your wrists. My god, just let me near them and I'll kill them."

"There's a few ahead of you in the line there, Louis." Carys spoke with suppressed violence. "Unfortunately it's illegal." There was real regret in her voice. But it broke the tension and we laughed.

"It's OK, Louis. It's just make up. The teeth are still there. It's part of my disguise. Angela says my smile is too much of a give away, so we needed something to distract from it." She smiled broadly. "My disguise worked better than yours. I can't believe you didn't recognise me straight away."

Louis looked slightly abashed, glanced over at Angela and requested, "You'll have to help me too, obviously!"

At the same time the man with Louis, whom James had called Rosie, was chatting with James and Julie. "I can't believe it. I haven't seen you two in years. What a lovely surprise. What are you doing here tied up in all of this?"

"It's a long story. Let's go in and eat, and we can share it while we're eating. I know Liz is famished." Julie offered.

So the story was re-told, with the same exasperated reactions and relief that Liz had emerged relatively unharmed. Then Louis looked over at his mate and asked, "Why Rosie?"

Rosie coloured and glanced at James. Julie broke in.

"When we were in infant school together, Tim frequently came to our house to play. Their favourite activity, when they were allowed to watch TV, was videos of Rosie and Jim. I liked the programme, but not to the excess that they did. James was called Jim at school. Jim and Tim were so similar, it was obvious to me that Tim should be Rosie. It stuck."

There was general laughter.

"Dammit, Jim, now all these good people are going to call me Rosie."

Louis laughed. "How much to keep it from the guys at the station?"

Rosie looked wounded. "Sir, you wouldn't?"

I jumped on Rosie. "None of that. A slip like that could put us all in danger. Always Louis, even when we are on our own."

"Why the hell did you choose Louis?" The appellant asked.

"You wanted Arthur?" I grinned.

"Philip would have been best."

"I thought it might give too much of a clue, linking you to your grandfather. Anyway, I liked the alliteration!"

"Wow you really do think ahead." Carys chimed in.

Julie smiled her secret smile at me, and I felt like a million dollars, as I always did at her approbation. I smiled back, and she blushed slightly. I knew then that she could see the desire in my eyes.

Suddenly Julie chipped in again. "I've just remembered the song from Rosie and Jim. Do you remember?" She looked over at Rosie's colleague. "It ends '...and John who drives the boat'. Your name. But Rosie and Jim call him 'Goggins', so I think we should have Rosie, Jim and Goggins."

There was much laughter, and so it was that the two RAF guys became Rosie and Goggins, much to their disgust. 

We had a wonderful few days. One of Carys and Rhiannon, and one of Rosie and Goggins was always missing, either sleeping from being on duty at night, or out around the house on watch. There was one scare when a couple of holiday makers got lost and came down the drive, but the plans made by the two protection officers and the two RAF guys worked like a charm. It was very similar in execution to the way Carys had dealt with us when Angela and Jim were on their way down the road.

The chess tournament was engrossing and exciting, believe it or not. Louis and Jim even ended up playing in the rain on one of the days. Out of consideration for Liz, the raft race was left a few days until her bruises had a chance to heal. The race itself was dramatic, with Liz emerging a clear winner, much to the disgust of the RAF guys.

Then Julie got out her instruments and started practicing for the concert at the end of the week. Liz was fascinated by the mixture of jazz and Bach. She ended up playing with Julie on one of her spare instruments. This caused some discussion at dinner that day. Julie started it.

"I need to practice with the chamber group. Originally we were all staying here and were going to practice here. They still think the practice is here, although they're not staying. Also, I'd like to try Liz playing with the whole group."

Liz' head shot up and she gave an incredulous look to Julie. "Surely you can't be serious?"

"Perfectly. And stop calling me Shirley!" We laughed. "I think it would be great. And I think trying out her disguise on the chamber group is a safe option."

Carys was thoughtful. "Do you know, I think you might be right. And if it works on the chamber group, I'm sure Liz wouldn't be recognised as a player rather than an audience member."

Louis was shocked. "You can't mean play in the concert in public, surely."

"I do. And don't call me Shirley either!" Carys laughed.

After a lot of discussion, it was agreed that the practice could go ahead, and we'd all re-evaluate after. The practice took place the next afternoon just as the chamber group were expecting. Liz was introduced as a musical friend of Julie's, and although her playing wasn't up to professional standard, they agreed she was good enough to play in the concert if she was free. Liz smiled from ear to ear. She obviously had not expected to be asked.

Not only did none of the group recognise her, they also missed Louis' identity. It was a real testament to Angela's thoughtfulness and expertise.

Discussion at dinner that night ranged in two camps; 'why not', and 'too dangerous'. In reality none of us was sure about our points of view. In the end it was Liz who sealed it:

"I would like to try it. I'm fed up with the media circus. If it works, this could give us a way to be a part of life on occasion without being recognised."

Carys gave us an update on the search for the kidnappers, and said that the Super had decided to move the decoys (three police officers that looked like Liz, Julie and me) to Liz and Louis' house. They gave permission straight away, as they wanted it all settled.

The four protection officers, Carys, Rhiannon, Rosie and Goggins, were all heavily involved in planning what would happen should there be any kidnap attempts, and also what we would all do if either Louis or Liz were recognised. This covered both the travelling to and from the concert and the concert itself. Angela and I were asked to be either side of Liz at all times, and Jim was to be with Louis. We were to act as stage hands, moving music stands and copies, so that we could stay near while the concert was on.

It was a breeze. There wasn't even a hint of recognition. Although the need for watchfulness took the edge off my enjoyment, we all had a ball. There was some evaluation and enjoyment of the experience over hot drinks before bed, but we were exhausted, and it wasn't long before we all retired for the night. As we snuggled before dropping off, Julie murmured to me sleepily:

"Angela's a genius with clothes. And everything else. They were both so relaxed this evening and really enjoyed themselves."

"Brilliant, wasn't it. The playing was excellent too." Julie's response was a slight wriggle and a hum of approval.

We were late up the next morning, and by the time we were round the breakfast table, Rhiannon had news for us. She bowed to Louis:

"Your Royal Highness," she turned to face Liz and bowed again, "Your Royal Highness, we've got them. They jumped the decoys on the way out of the house this morning."

There were smiles and expressions of thankfulness, both physical and verbal. Louis then turned to Rhiannon:

"Stick to calling us Louis and Liz, please, at least while we're here."

"I can't, Sir. I might forget, then I'd be taken off the job." Her eyes filled up. "I couldn't bear it if that happened." She looked over to Liz, "I'm sorry Ma'am."

Liz came round and gave her a hug, then one of her brilliant smiles. "Thank you." There was a wealth of meaning in those words. Thanks for the compliment, the loyalty, the dedication to duty, the respect, the friendship. Finally Rhiannon continued:

"We don't yet know if they were working alone, so we're not out of the woods. But with them off the scene, the Super says it would be safe to go back to normal, as it would take a bit of time for them to re-group, and in that time he should find out whether there's more. The intelligence boys don't think so, because they had no word of anything." Then she beamed round the table. "By the way, they didn't like being arrested, and got a bit roughed up during the arrest."

The whole party erupted into cheers. "Not very kind of us, but by golly they deserved it." I commented.

We realised that Louis and Liz only had disguise clothes, so Rhiannon organised for a car to collect some of their things. It would be better if they did not show off their disguises going home. So it was a subdued party that whiled away the morning waiting for the inevitable break up of a group welded together by adversity.

When they were changed, we said tearful goodbyes. There were thanks all round, and real hugs and kisses for all four of us from Liz, and for Angela and Julie from Louis as well. I think Jim and I were both overcome by the warmth of the goodbye from such a beauty. Both Liz and Louis specially thanked Angela for the disguises and told her they would be using them again to get some privacy. I could see from her face that she was thrilled to have been of longer term use to them.

After they'd all gone, the four of us sat and dissected the week. We concluded that it was a once in a lifetime experience. Of course we would never see the six of them again, other than on television. But what memories. Of a stunning, intelligent, athletic, courageous Princess and her equally endearing Prince. Of a week of fun and laughter. Of an impromptu job well done. Angela summed it all up:

"You and your lame duchesses." We all laughed.

Our second week was a bit flat. Julie played the other two concerts, and the chamber group asked after Liz. We told them she'd had to go home. As we did at the end of the week.

It was a month or two later that I got a call at work from Angela. She was so excited I couldn't make out what she was trying to say. Eventually I cottoned on. She'd had an invitation. She read it out to me:

"I am commanded by His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales to invite Angela and James to an informal cocktail reception at Highgrove..." with dates.

Then I realised that she was saying two invitations, not one. The second read:

"I am commanded by their Royal Highness the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge to invite Angela and James to a private dinner at Highgrove after the cocktail reception."

When Angela had calmed down a bit, we shared out amazement that we were remembered. And Angela started worrying about what to wear.

"You know how good Liz, I mean Catherine, looks. How can I ever dress well enough? Anyway, what is informal cocktail wear in royal circles?"

"I have no idea. I think it's a lounge suit for me and a short, as in not floor length, dress for you. Tell you what, why don't you ring the private secretary who sent the invitation and ask. They must be used to it and know how to advise. They may even know what colour Liz is intending to wear so that you don't clash!"

Angela snorted at me. "Don't be ridiculous. Good idea to ring about what it means though."

I got home just after Julie, and she was sitting in an armchair looking completely stunned. I thought she was tired out after her day. Wordlessly she lifted up two squares of pasteboard embossed with two different royal crests, and I realised we had been invited too.

"Oh my God! They remembered us too!" I was excited.

"What do you mean 'too'?" Julie gave me a quizzical look.

"Angela rang me at work. She was almost incoherent with excitement. They've been invited as well. We had a brief chat about what to wear, and I suggested she ring the private secretary. They'll give advice." I handed her the phone.

"What's this for?"

"To ring Angela." She smiled and hit the speed dial.

After a long involved conversation, Julie told me she was going to Angela's shop for a trying on session after closing time the following weekend.

The girls looked fabulous as we got into the car. Jim and I had suits on. It wasn't far from our hotel to Highgrove. We were all nervous about meeting the Prince of Wales, and, although we were longing to talk to Louis and Liz again, we were nervous of meeting their public personas, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. With others around we wouldn't have that same camaraderie that had been possible in our hidey hole in Cemaes Bay.

When we arrived at Highgrove, we were shown into a formal drawing room where the Prince of Wales, Duchess of Cornwall and Duke and Duchess of Cambridge were all waiting for us. There didn't appear to be any other guests. Angela and Julie dropped into the most elegant curtsies, and Jim and I bowed low.

"Your Royal Highness." We all spoke the words, and I grinned as I realised that encompassed all of them.

Prince Charles came forward and lifted both girls out of their curtsies. "I wanted to thank you formally for the service you did for my daughter. I should be bowing to all four of you. When I think of what might have happened but for your quick thinking and courageous action, I go cold all over. Had anything happened to Catherine, I would have been devastated, as she has become very dear to me; the daughter I never had. Not to mention how my son would feel."

We could clearly see the emotion in his eyes. Camilla was openly wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. He continued. Very serious.

"Please accept my heartfelt thanks. The four of us have talked about this. We know that you are aware of the importance of keeping this secret. We have a small gift for each of you that will show our appreciation, but some of that will come later. We very much hope that we have judged correctly in our choices and that you find the gifts appropriate."

We were all overcome with this demonstration of Louis' father's concern for his daughter and his thankfulness to us. Jim spoke for us all when he said,

"Sir, I hope we only did what any human would do for any other regardless of rank or station. In fact, I'm certain that these two did not even know who Her Royal Highness was until after they had rescued her. It was a pleasure and a privilege to be of service." He bowed.

"Thank you. Your attitude only confirms that we may have made the right choice of gifts. Now, I want to hear the story from your point of view. Let's sit."

During this interchange, Prince William of Wales and Catherine Duchess of Cambridge had been standing quietly in the background. They came forward and gave us all hugs. One or other of them whispered to each of us during the hug,

"Talk later."

I think I realised then that this wasn't just a thank you. It might be the start of a longer relationship.

As we rehearsed again the things that had happened on that fateful Saturday in Yns Mon, it brought it all back. The fear. The camaraderie. The sadness when it was all over. William and Catherine joined in giving their parts of the story, and when it was all said, the Prince summed up,

"Well, it was just as I expected. Courageous, quick and effective." He looked over at his son and daughter, and grinned. "I'd like to see the disguises!" Then he chuckled, and looked at Angela, "I don't suppose you could do the same for me?"

We all laughed.

"I don't think I could do as effective a job, Sir. You are uniquely identifiable." Angela was slightly embarrassed.

The Prince laughed. "I think you're correct, and quite right to say so too. I can't bear boot lickers! I'm sure that's why William and Catherine spoke so highly of you all."

"Sir, you shouldn't underestimate the part Carys, Rhiannon, Rosie and Goggins played." I added. There was a disguised snort of laughter from Catherine and William which made me realise I had used Tim and John's nicknames.

The Prince clarified. "They were doing their duty, and are rewarded as part of that duty, as you will see in due course." He turned to James. "I would very much like the benefit of your opinion on the centrepiece for my restored garden. Would you come out into the garden and advise me?"

"Of course, Sir."

The Prince and James went out. Catherine came over to Angela.

"Angela, could I visit your shop. I'd like your advice on clothes, and I wondered if it could be without too much of an audience."

"Of course, Ma'am. When would be convenient?"

"I know it's a bit short notice, but could you do it on Monday evening?" Catherine asked.

"Actually, Ma'am, we don't open on Monday, so anytime that day would be convenient."

"Ah, let's do it in the morning then. Say eleven o'clock?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I look forward to it." Angela's surprise was evident, but mostly hidden.

Then William spoke to Julie. "Catherine and I are proposing hosting a charity dinner to raise money for our charities. Would you be prepared to bring your chamber group and do some of the Bach and jazz comparison programme?"

I could tell that Julie was as surprised as Angela had been. "I'm sure we would be honoured, Sir, and I'll check with the group. But I'm afraid Liz will not be part of the group that evening, as she will be in front of the cameras."

We all burst out laughing.

Jim came back in looking slightly bemused, and Prince Charles and Camilla said their goodbyes, wishing us a pleasant dinner together. Catherine and William showed us through to the dining room. As we walked through the door, there were four astonished faces. Standing waiting for us were Carys, Rhiannon, Tim and John.

It was a convivial evening with much laughter, and we were specifically requested to use Liz and Louis again. We couldn't believe, after the more formal cocktails, how relaxed we all were. In the car on the way home we discussed the gifts. We concluded that Angela's was the visit to the shop, Julie's was the Chamber Group dinner engagement, and Jim's was the commission of a sculpture for the Highgrove garden restoration. We couldn't work out what mine was, but then we were only partly right about the others.

Catherine came to the shop dressed as herself, which was a surprise for Angela. She had thought "Liz" would appear so as not to attract any unintentional attention. She bought several outfits suitable for the Duchess of Cambridge, and also one or two suitable for "Liz".

Julie's engagement with the Chamber Group was a stunning success, and resulted in enquiries for further paid work from some of the influential guests, including a request for them to play at the children's educational concerts in the Royal Albert Hall.

Jim was working hard on his sculpture for Highgrove, but it would not be ready until January. There was to be a grand unveiling shortly after the start of the year.

December was the month in which all our assumptions were turned on their head, and when I finally knew what my gift was. We each received a letter, and met up to talk shortly afterwards.

"Well, we thought the charity dinner for the Chamber Group was it. How wrong could we have been." Julie enthused. "The Chamber Group has been appointed official chamber ensemble to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I think we need no longer worry about the group's finances. That will set us up and give us a regular income. It is such a generous gift, yet done in such a way that no one would suspect that it arose from the Cemaes Bay experience!"

"We were totally right about mine, though. A prestigious and valuable commission for a sculpture! I've already had enquiries, after the design was published in the Royal Society journal." Jim said.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



"I can't get over mine." Angela was awed. "They're coming to put up the coat of arms and 'By Royal Appointment' sign over my shop in January. Can you imagine the stir that will cause? And the business it will generate? Wow!" Angela shook her head in amazement. "But the thing I value the most is Liz coming to shop with me. It's so cool to see her and get to talk." She added as an afterthought, "Oh and to see clothes from my shop on TV and in the papers!"

"And here's me, with such an uninteresting job that all they can think of for me is a knighthood!" I joked. It was greeted with snorts. "But the best bit of that is that Julie gets to be a Lady as well." I smiled at her.

"Did you notice how personal the citation for the knighthood was?" Jim commented, and he picked up the letter to read, "...for services to the Crown."

"Yes, remember what Prince Charles said about the others being rewarded through their jobs? Carys, Rhiannon, Rosie and Goggins all received service MBEs in the honours list. They really did remember!" Julie added.

We all went to the ceremony. It was awesome kneeling there in front of the Queen. We very much enjoyed the occasion, and were even able to have a few words with Catherine and William. As we travelled home, we discovered we had all noticed that Liz and Louis (we were using their disguise names as we were on a train home from London) had that air of keeping something back.

"Liz's expression was just like when she first came downstairs in disguise and before she smiled." The others nodded.

When we got home, I opened the beautiful box to put my medal away, and found a folded sheet of paper wedged carefully into the lid. I opened it and read.

"Julie, look at this!"

She heard the obvious excitement in my voice, and came running. "What is it?"

I handed the sheet to her and she read the few sentences.

"Would you four be free either the first or second week in August? If you would like, would it be possible for you to book the house again for a holiday? Sorry for the secrecy, but could you text a reply soon so we can block it out in our diaries. With love, Liz and Louis." There was a mobile number underneath.

It was late, but we rang Angela and Jim straight away. They were as excited as us. So I went on line and checked. The house in Cemaes Bay was free for the second week, so we reserved it immediately. With trembling fingers, I texted, "Booked. We're excited. Love from the four of us." And the dates.

The next day a one-word text arrived back. It simply said, "Boat." Which, after all, was all we needed to know.

And thus began an unusual friendship that was to last all our lives, and benefit many lame ducks. I continued to help individuals, with Julie's invaluable support. We used our titles shamelessly to gain support for smaller charities, and we worked publically with Catherine and William through the Chamber Group.

As their responsibilities grew, and particularly after the coronation, it became less and less possible for them to get away in disguise, so we were invited to royal residences instead. Our time with them was precious, and gave them a break from their onerous public duties. As our link with them became more public, we all exploited it to leverage charity donations and increase the number of lame ducks we helped.

Ultimately though, Liz and Louis were first friends, then "Most dread Monarch" (we were fond of teasing them), and only lastly was the connection a means to gain support for charity, an aim which they felt most strongly about themselves, and had less time to pursue personally.



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



"Charlie... oh! Oh god, hold me. Hold me tight while you fuck me."

Slipping his arms between Miley and the bed, Charlie clasped Miley close to his chest. He continued the agonizingly slow thrusts, despite his libido screaming to fuck faster, and fuck harder. Miley was beginning to moan and squirm beneath him, so he knew whatever he was doing it was going well.

Miley wrapped her ankles around Charlie's thighs, her knees bent and spread wide. She could feel almost the entirety of his massive cock filling her sex, stretching her to the limit. His slow thrusting motions created long sensations of hot friction against her clit, and she knew her orgasm would be powerful.

Clasping a tight hug around Charlie, Miley clung to him and announced "I'm going to cum! Oh fuck, Charlie, oh my fucking god...! I'm gonna... I'm cumming! Fuck me! Fuck me Charlie! OH GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!"

Her fingernails dug into Charlie's back and Miley shook with the power of her cum, fluids leaking from her sex and lubricating their union further. She moaned against his shoulder and refused to let go of him. "...fuck me... fuck me... uhn! ...cumming... so fucking good... Charlie..."

Feeling her walls start to spasm around his shaft, Charlie started humping faster. Miley's orgasm was loosening things up for him and he began to hump harder. He could feel his own orgasm building deep in his gut. "Miley... I'm going to cum too... Miley... you feel so good, oh shit..."

"Do it baby, fuck me! Fuck that big cock into me," Miley begged, her orgasm temporarily ruling her senses. She was looking at his face, the way it twisted up in pleasure as his orgasm drew near. 

Suddenly, managing to regain some of her senses, Miley remembered they weren't using protection. "Wait Charlie, don't cum in me... don't... oh god that feels good... don't... don't put your cum inside me..."

But Charlie's face was buried between Miley's neck and shoulder and he didn't verbally respond. He was past the point of return, his hips thrusting as he grunted his way towards orgasm. She feared it was too late.

"Charlie!" Miley gasped, "Pull out, baby. You'll make me pregnant!"

Somehow Charlie still had enough control over his own body and senses that he was able to withdraw from the sheath of Miley's sex. The tip of his cock was barely out of her when his orgasm arrived, semen jetting out onto the patch of Miley's trimmed pubic hair. He moaned and gasped, the power of his orgasm all-consuming.

Reaching down, Miley took the reigns for Charlie; she assumed control and pumped his cock with her hand. His cum flew out in long ropes, strings of it landing across her flat tummy all the way up to her breasts. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Cum on me baby, cum all over me. Oh fuck, look at all your cum."

It took several moments for Charlie to catch his breath, kneeling between Miley's legs. She kept hold of his erection, using her thumb to caress the head of it. "Look at it all," Miley giggled softly, swirling it around her tan skin with her other hand. "You got your messy stuff all over me."

"That was... that was..." Charlie had no words. He looked down at Miley, then his eyes widened when he saw red stains on his sheets between her legs, "Is that blood? Oh my god Miley! "What...?"

"It's okay, Charlie. Really, I'm fine. It's just my virginity."

"You mean...?"

"Yeah, you took my hymen. It's okay, really. You hurt at first but... wow that was so nice. I loved the way you were slowly fucking me. It was perfect, Charlie."

"I can't believe you're a virgin," Charlie said.

Miley laughed. "I'm not anymore. And neither are you," she winked.

"I just thought that, I mean, you're so popular. I figured you were... experienced."

"I've fooled around with guys," Miley explained. "But none of them really made me feel special. Not like you do. I was saving myself."

Charlie beamed a smile, then saw his clock/radio, "Oh shit. My mom is going to be home soon."

Sitting up, Miley clasped Charlie's cheek and kissed him, "Then I better get going. Will you call me tonight?"

"Yeah, of course."

Miley slid off the bed, searching for her panties and grabbing her dress. She scribbled her cell phone number on a notebook at his desk. Charlie watched her, floored by how incredibly sexy her backside looked. "I'm sorry we can't... I mean, that you have to run."

Smiling over her shoulder as she slipped her dress on, Miley assured him, "It's okay. Maybe we can ditch tomorrow afternoon and go to my house. Then we'll have plenty of time to cuddle."

"You're amazing," Charlie said.

Kissing his cheek while slipping on a sandal, "You too, big guy. Take care of my cock for me."

And with a wink and a smile she was gone. Charlie sat in his bed for several moments in disbelief. It wasn't until he had a private moment to consider that he realized how momentous his encounter with Miley was.

He was no longer a virgin.

PART 2 - Going Public =================

Charlie frowned at his reflection in the mirror, trying to get his brown mess of hair to do something cool. He tried more mousse, but couldn't make it do what he desired. He wanted to present a better impression for Miley, as dating the hottest girl at school was not something to be taken lightly, but Charlie realized he didn't have a lot of practice in 'looking cool'.

"Damn," he cursed, and decided to seek help. Charlie headed down the hallway of his parent's rambler, "Mom!? Do you have a hair pick or something?"

Reaching the entryway, Charlie found his mother at the front door. 

"Hey honey. Look who's here," Olivia said.

Miley stood in the entryway, dressed in a pair of pink cotton track pants with a white stripe on the side of each leg. Her top was a tight white spaghetti-strapped thing which clung to her breasts; a matching pink track top worn open in front protected some of Miley's modesty. Her dark hair fell in soft waves, and Charlie couldn't fathom how she made looking so beautiful seem so easy.

"Miley?" Charlie looked surprised, temporarily forgetting all about his hair.

"Hey," Miley smiled, walking to Charlie, "having a little trouble with your hair?" She lifted a hand and began to run her fingers through it, pushing the strands this way and that.

"What are you doing here?" Charlie wondered, enjoying the feel of Miley's gentle fingers in his hair.

"She came to give you a ride to school," Charlie's mom said, "Isn't that sweet? I'm happy to see you making such nice friends Charlie. Now do good in school today, I'll see you when I get home from work."

Miley grinned privately at Charlie as his mother left for work; parents could be so sappy.

Charlie smiled back; a soft "Hi." was all he could say once they were alone.

"Hi," Miley greeted him back, blue eyes still lit by a smile, then she lifted to give him a kiss. "Your hair looks great."

"Thanks. I can't believe you're here."

"I can't have my cute hunk of boyfriend riding the bus, can I? Besides, I couldn't wait to see you."

"You think I'm cute?" Charlie asked sheepishly.

Miley laughed, "Uh huh. We need to get you some contacts, and maybe buy you a couple of weeks worth of tanning, but yeah. Charlie, I think you're adorable. Especially the way you look at me."

"What way?" Charlie wondered, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge.

"The way you're looking at me right now," Miley murmured, a hint of color rising to the surface of her cheeks.

"You look really sexy," Charlie stated.

Beaming, Miley said, "Come on, before I jump your bones. We're going to be late for school."

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Climbing out of Miley's BMW, Charlie walked beside her towards the school's main entrance. He glanced at her, watching her push a hand through her hair several times then dig in her purse for something. He wondered how Miley could appear so calm when he was as nervous as he'd ever been.

Charlie didn't know what to do, if he should linger around Miley or if she expected him to hang out with her friends; would she even tell anyone about them being together at all? If her friends saw him, the popular kids who often teased him, it could mean disaster. They might pick on him, ridicule him, and Charlie didn't know how Miley would react. He feared their relationship might end up being one of the shortest in high school history.

Pausing outside the main doors Miley distracted Charlie from his worried thoughts, "Hey, what's wrong? You look like you just got drafted for war or something."

"Sorry," Charlie replied. "I guess I'm just remembering how we come from separate worlds."

Miley smiled softly, then leaned in and whispered, "After school I'm going to suck your cock."

"W-what?"

"I'm going to suck you're big cock, Charlie, and I can't wait."

"Seriously?"

Miley nodded, winked, and took his hand. Suddenly Charlie wasn't worried as much.

Everyone stared. The eyes of each student Miley and Charlie passed in the hallway were on them as they walked hand in hand. Charlie sensed every glance, but was bolstered by the fact that Miley held his hand tightly in hers; and she was so confident! Miley seemed to be ignoring all of them, completely at ease under all the scrutiny.

"Stacy is going to freak when she sees us," Miley had a grin on her lips.

"That's kind of what has me on edge," Charlie informed her.

"Don't worry. Stacy's my best friend. She's going to freak, but she's going to understand. And once she gets to know you she'll see how sweet you are, just like I did."

"I hope so," Charlie muttered.

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"Oh. My. God." was Stacy's reaction as she watched her best friend and Charlie approach the locker she and Miley shared.

"Hey Stace. You know Charlie, right?" Miley let go of Charlie's hand to search through her locker for first period books.

Charlie lifted a nervous wave at Stacy, "Good morning."

Stacy offered Charlie a weak, and fake, smile. She then grabbed Miley by the arm, "Girl's talk, right now, my office..."

Miley giggled, barely able to get the locker door shut as Stacy pulled her away, "I'll see you at lunch, okay Charlie? Bye baby!"

Scratching his head, Charlie finally shrugged and headed towards his own locker.

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"WHAT are you thinking about?" Stacy demanded to know once she and Miley were in alone the bathroom. The homeroom bell rang but Stacy didn't seem to care. She wanted answers.

"I like him, Stacy. I like him a lot."

"He's a total geek," Stacy informed her friend.

"Maybe, but he's my geek now," Miley returned. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Jesus," Stacy exhaled. "Miley, you haven't dated a high school guy since the tenth grade! We made a pact that we wouldn't date immature boys anymore. A week ago you barely knew who Charlie White was, and now he's your boyfriend?!?"

"It's your fault," Miley accused, humored by it all. "You're the one who told me about his big dick. If you had never said anything I never would have gotten to know him."

"So you admit that you're a size-queen. And a slut," Stacy countered.

Miley gasped, "I am not a slut! You're the one who wanted to know how big it was, I was just the one with the courage to go find out!"

"And now a week later you're his girlfriend?"

"He's really sweet, Stace," Miley said, her tone a little gushing. "He's so nice to me, and he's fun, and he makes me laugh with his nerdy innocence. He adores me, and I can't stop thinking about him."

Stacy stared at Miley for a few moments, gauging her best friend's tone, "Oh my god, you're serious. You really like him."

Miley nodded, "Yeah, I do."

Stacy took a deep breath while contemplating the ramifications, "You realize you're committing popularity suicide, right? And you're asking me to do it with you."

"Whatever. In three months we're going to graduate and none of it will even matter. I guess I'll find out who my real friends are."

With that, Miley left Stacy and went to homeroom. If dating Charlie meant losing her best friend, so be it. Miley knew Charlie would never ask her to stop being friends with Stacy, so why shouldn't the reverse hold true?

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Advanced English was Charlie's first period class, one he shared with his friend Brian. Before the final bell sounded signaling the beginning of class, Charlie was sitting at his desk going over some notes. He could tell that other students in the classroom were staring at him, and heard more than a few hushed whispers. He was amazed how fast news could travel through the school. Charlie did his best to ignore everyone, which wasn't much different from any other day.

"Dude," Brian whispered as he sat down in the desk next to Charlie, "everyone is talking about you and Miley Andrews; is it true that you two are together?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Charlie replied. "What have you heard?"

"It's all anyone was talking about in my homeroom, dude. Most people don't believe it though, figuring it's a joke or something. Man, I can hardly believe it myself. You're dating Miley-frigging-Andrews? Damn."

"Well, we haven't actually gone out on an official date yet," Charlie commented quietly.

"What have you guys been up to, just hanging out?"

The bell rang and the teacher called for the attention of the class, saving Charlie from having to explain any further, "Something like that."

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Other than the staring and murmured rumors, Charlie went about his day the same as he always did. He and Miley didn't share any classes until last period, so he didn't see her all morning. But she kept sending him naughty text messages about what she was going to do with him after school, which eliminated Charlie's fears that she would reconsider going out with him.

When lunch came, Charlie did what he always did and sat with Brian among the sparsely populated 'geek tables'. After sitting down he saw Miley and a group of her friends enter the cafeteria. Charlie watched as the group moved through the a la cart line, then moved to sit at their usual table; all of them except Miley, who said something to her friend Stacy and the others before heading towards Charlie and Brian.

"Hi Brian," Miley set her tray down. She kissed Charlie's cheek and sat next to him, offering him a more seductive, "Hey boyfriend."

"Hey," Charlie replied, a hint of color accompanying his grin.

"Hi Miley," Brian sat up straight and tried to suck in his stomach.

"I have had the craziest morning," Miley remarked, "everyone keeps asking me about us like we were Brad and Angelina or something. I mean, god. It's like, mind your own business, right?"

"What have you been telling them?" Charlie asked.

Miley's smile reached her dazzling blue eyes as she looked at Charlie, "That you swept me off my feet."

"This is so cool," Brian interrupted. "I'm finally involved in a tabloid scandal!"

Both Miley and Charlie laughed, but quickly sobered as Stacy appeared beside the table. Stacy's expression was like steel as she placed her tray beside Brian and sat down across the table from Miley and Charlie. Brian swallowed nervously as the beautiful blonde sat next to him. Everyone was silent a moment.

"You should have heard what Darla just said," Stacy suddenly remarked.

Miley didn't care what Darla said. She was just happy to have her best friend join her.

"She said that you had 'gone geek', and that you were a 'geek lover'. Everyone was laughing at you as though you were never even their friend."

Charlie and Brian frowned a little, but remained silent, sensing an important moment between the two best friends.

"Its okay, Stace. I don't care what they say or think," Miley replied calmly, leaning her shoulder against Charlie.

"Well I do. We've been best friends since pre-school. I told Darla and the rest that they could all go to hell. I'm not about to walk away from our friendship just because I'm afraid a bunch of snotty brats will call me a 'geek'."

"I guess I'm finding out who my real friends are," Miley said with a wink.

"I'm so glad you two are dating," Brian suddenly interrupted, "Lunch has never been this interesting before!"

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After lunch, as the foursome left the cafeteria, Miley took Charlie's hands and pulled him aside. "Let's get out of here," she suggested.

"I don't know, I shouldn't skip. I already went home early yesterday," Charlie worried.

"Come on, it's too crazy around here today," Miley pleaded. "I don't care what we do. We can even go somewhere and study; I just want to be alone with you."

"Study?" Charlie lifted a brow.

"Okay, yeah," Miley laughed, "probably not going to happen with us."

Charlie considered, and then told Brian, "We're getting out of here. Take notes in Biology?"

Miley beamed, gripping Charlie's arm.

"You're ditching?" Stacy sounded jealous.

"I'll call you later," Miley placated.

"If you want, I'll be your biology lab partner today," Brian suggested to Stacy, who suddenly looked scared.

Five minutes later, Miley and Charlie were in her BMW leaving the school in her rear-view mirror. Charlie felt bad about skipping his afternoon classes two days in a row, but the nice thing about being eighteen was that he could just write himself a note the next day; he wouldn't get into any trouble. But even if skipping meant trouble he would have done it anyways, he would do anything to be with Miley and found himself incapable of turning her down.

"You want to go to my house?" Miley asked. "We could swim or just lay out by the pool."

"I don't have any trunks," Charlie lamented.

Miley giggled at him, "I've already seen all you got to offer, baby. But if it makes you feel better I won't wear a suit either."

"What about your neighbors?" Charlie asked.

"Fence," Miley answered simply with a smile.

"I guess I'm out of excuses," Charlie grinned.

Miley reached over and placed her hand at Charlie's groin, feeling the outline of his penis, "Good. I've been thinking about getting you naked all morning."

"Yeah, I know. Your text gave me a boner when I was in English. I had to sit with a notebook on my lap for half the class."

"Oh you poor thing," Miley teased, her tone playful. She turned into the quiet suburban area of her parents house, then pulled over and parked the car in the empty lot of a small park, "Need me to take care of it for you?"

Charlie looked around, "What, you mean now?"

Miley answered him by unfastening the button of his jeans and working the zipper, a mischievous expression decorating her face.

"Miley!" came Charlie's somewhat panicked voice. He looked out the car windows, seeing if anyone was around.

"Push your pants down a little," Miley instructed, leaning over the center console and slipping her hand under his boxers.

Lifting his butt, Charlie pushed his pants and underwear down enough to free his swiftly-hardening cock. Though nervous, Miley was already squeezing and stroking his length and causing Charlie to grow hard, "What if someone sees?"

"Then I hope they enjoy the show," Miley sounded amused. "Damn baby, I can never get over how big you are."

Miley had Charlie fully erect in short order, his nine inches sticking straight up. She liked to pump the shaft, letting the top of her fist bump into the ridge of his circumcised crown before stroking it back down to its base. Every few strokes she would lightly drag her long fingernails up his shaft and tease them against the head of Charlie's cock.

"Oh god," Charlie moaned when he felt her nails.

"Mm, you like that?" Miley cooed. "My nails scratching your big cock?"

"Yeah, that feels incredible," Charlie replied in a craving tone.

"I love how naughty we are, Charlie. I couldn't even get all the way home before getting my hands on your magnificent cock."

"You're the naughty one," Charlie reminded her.

Miley smiled at him, her pumping arm slightly shaking the car, "I am naughty, aren't I? Do you like having a naughty girlfriend who jerks you off in the car? Huh baby? Does that turn you on?"




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 02



"Oh god, Miley..." Charlie moaned. Her dirty talk always aroused him.

Leaning over further Miley started whispering in Charlie's ear, "I haven't had your big cock in my mouth yet, baby. You've even been a naughty boy and stuck it in my pussy, but never in my mouth. That's hardly fair."

Charlie's eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly agape as he listened to Miley's seductive whispers.

"Don't you remember, Charlie? Hm? The way you almost came in my tight pussy and made me pregnant?" Miley moved to spit some saliva inter her hand, then went back to jerking Charlie off with her newly lubricated palm, "If you're going to be such a bad boy every time we fuck I'm going to have to start taking you in my mouth, instead. I can't have you losing control and shooting all your babies into my warm fertile pussy."

Charlie's breathing became labored and his head lolled back on the seat rest as he tried to deny the orgasm building within his suddenly taut scrotum. Miley's dirty talk, even more than her jacking hand, was swiftly bringing Charlie to the brink.

"Is that what you need Charlie? For me to suck on this big thing every day? Suck your messy seed out, so you don't get too excited when we fuck and hump me full of your child?"

"Oh my god Miley," Charlie moaned. He'd never heard such things.

"Then go ahead baby. Use my mouth as a cum deposit. Let all that gooey mess out and put it into my stomach. I'll be a naughty girlfriend and take it as often as you need baby. Just like this..."

Miley lowered her head into Charlie's lap, gripping his erection at its base and directing him into her wide open waiting mouth. She sucked in the head of his cock, and another inch past that. One swath of her tongue, edging the ridge of his cock's head, brought Charlie's orgasm. The hot jet of his semen erupted against the back of her throat, coating her tonsils. It made her choke, and some of the copious sperm spilled from her lips. But Miley recovered, swallowing quickly as more of his milk flowed into her mouth and down her throat.

When Charlie was done grunting and his cock gave up the last of his orgasm, Miley let his head pop from her mouth. Pearly semen decorated her lips and chin as she gave the under-cleft of his crown a sultry lick of her tongue. Her blue eyes twinkled with a smile when Miley looked up to Charlie's eyes; he watched as her tongue circled around her lips and as she gathered his cum off her chin with a finger, licking up and swallowing the last of his pleasure.

"Holy shit," was all Charlie could manage to say.

"You always have so much cum, what are we going to do with you?"

"You... you talk so dirty..." Charlie breathed.

"What can I say? I'm a horny girl and I know what turns guys on," Miley winked.

"Yeah you do," Charlie agreed. "Wow, thank you."

"You're welcome. But don't worry. You can pay me back as soon as we get home. I'm dripping wet right now and I need you to give me a good fucking."

Miley started the car back up and put it into gear as Charlie pulled his pants up.

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The Florida sun beamed high in the air over the back yard of the Andrews house. The air smelled of chlorine from their large heated pool. With a high wooden fence, the yard seemed very secluded and quiet, save for the soft moaning of a young woman, "Charlie... please... stick your cock in me..."

Miley was gasping and squirming, pinned against the wall of her pool. The water level was just below her shoulders as Charlie held her in one arm and masturbated her in the other. Both of them were naked, exploring one another's bodies beneath the water.

"Don't my fingers feel good?" Charlie asked, sliding his three center digits in and out of Miley's slit. This caused the inside curl of his fingers to drag against her clitoris, stimulating it.

"Yes!" Miley gasped. "But I need it baby, I need your big thing in me. Please... oh! Oh god... please, please Charlie... fuck me with your big cock."

Refusing, Charlie continued to masturbate her. He liked to hear her begging for it, to hear the wanton heat in Miley's voice. Her arms clamped around his neck in a clinging embrace, his own arm around her slender waist.

"I like fucking you with my hand." he said.

"But I want your cock so bad," Miley mewed.

"I know," Charlie assured her. "But don't you want to cum on my hand first? I like sticking my fingers inside you."

"You evil bastard," Miley whined. "Don't make me beg like a bitch in heat... oh shit... finger me, fuck my cunt with your fingers... I'm gonna cum... oh god... make me cum, Charlie."

Charlie pulled his hand away from Miley's pussy when she hit the brink, denying her orgasm.

"Oh my god! Charlie you fucking bastard..."

Charlie issued an amused laugh, then kissed her, Miley returned his passion a hundred fold, biting his lip and shoving her tongue into his mouth. She was hotter, more aroused, than she'd ever been. Charlie had been bringing her to the brink with his hand, denying her his cock and an orgasm. She had to admit, it was heady and amazing to be kept constantly on the edge of cumming. But it also turned her into a begging slut.

"Fuck me, Charlie. I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me. Please baby? Please stick your big cock in me?"

Under the water, Charlie slid his hands over Miley's hips and drew her feet off the pool floor. She curled her legs around his waist, propped back against the pool wall and balancing herself by holding Charlie's shoulders.

"Are you always this horny?" Charlie wondered.

Smiling sweetly, Miley replied, "Yeah. But I'm only a slut in the bedroom, and now only for you." She reached between them, gripping Charlie's erection and wiggling her hips so that the tip of his cock was at the entrance of her slit, "You know you love it."

"Yeah," Charlie murmured, his hands clutching Miley's ass. "It really turns me on."

"Don't you want to be in me, Charlie?" Miley whimpered, grinding herself against his shaft beneath the water teasingly. "Don't you want to fuck your hot, slutty girlfriend? I need you, baby. I need you to fill me up and make me cum."

Charlie thrust his hips forward slightly, the head of his penis entering Miley. Both of them gasped, Miley's hand curling around Charlie's neck to hold the back of his head. She pulled Charlie deeper with her ankles, letting him know exactly how much of him she could take.

"Ohhhhh godddd Charlie... mmm, your cock is so fucking big. Fill me up with your massive dick."

Charlie watched as Miley's head rolled back against the edge of the pool, her eyes glazing over as he penetrated her, "Does that feel good?"

"Fuck yes," she confirmed. "Just be careful, okay? Don't cum in me. Don't fuck a baby into me Charlie, okay? Promise you won't make me pregnant?"

Charlie nodded, moving his hips slowly as he began to generate some friction. The feel of Miley's tight slit was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt, "I-I promise."

"I'll get on the pill, I swear," Miley moaned. "Anything to keep this big cock inside me, so you can cum inside me. I want to feel that, baby. I want to feel your hot stuff shoot into my womb."

"Oh god, Miley..."

"Your cock feels so good. My pussy is yours Charlie, you can fuck it whenever you want. I'll give you all the pussy you need, baby; all the hot cunt that big fucking monster of yours could ever need. Just promise me you won't give it to any other girls."

"I don't want anyone else," Charlie assured her, humping into her slowly. "You're a dream come true, Miley."

"Say it, Charlie." Miley moaned, "Tell me you only want to fuck me and that my cunt makes you and your cock happy."

"I only want you, Miley. I don't want to be inside any other girls. I love your pussy. It's so tight and warm."

Wrapping her arms over Charlie's shoulders, Miley drew herself tightly against him, her small breasts mashing against the top of his chest. She kissed him, all the desire and wanton lust of the afternoon flowing from Miley's lips. "Just don't cum in me, okay?" she reminded, before kissing him again.

"I won't, I'll pull out."

Miley kept placing her lips against Charlie's in the form of soft little kisses as she enjoyed his slow fucking motions, "I'll get on the pill tomorrow. That way you can shoot inside me every time and fill my womb up with your man-stuff. But don't make me pregnant today, okay? I'm too fertile and your cock is so powerful. I know you'll make me pregnant if you cum in me."

"I promise I won't," Charlie repeated, all the talk of pregnancy and fertility arousing him.

"Then fuck me," Miley encouraged. "Fuck me like you want to. Fuck that big cock of yours all the way into me and give your girlfriend what she needs."

"Oh jeezus, Miley..." Charlie said, pushing deeper with every thrust.

"Fuck me like a man Charlie. Harder, fuck me harder, baby."

Charlie pushed her back against the pool wall, pinning Miley against it as he started driving his thrusts into her. She clung to him tightly, nails digging into his back.

"Oh god... that's it... harder! You're so deep... shit... I can feel you all the way up into my tummy, Charlie. Oh jeezus-fuck your cock is big...!"

"You're so dirty," Charlie grunted, his bucking hips fucking Miley against the pool wall. The water splashed around their shoulders.

"I can't help it," Miley whimpered. "I'm a horny dirty slut... fuck me... oh god. Baby! I'm going to cum on you... don't stop... don't sto... oh! Oh fuck, Charlie!! I'm cumming!!!"

Charlie was doing everything he could to hold back his own orgasm, but when he felt Miley's quivering pussy around his length it was too much for him. He felt his cum boiling and rising up his shaft. "Miley!" he near-screamed in warning, pulling away from their union.

Miley let him go, but freed her legs from around Charlie's waist to pinch his long penis between her thighs. She felt it pulse, and she held Charlie tight as he bucked and humped into her thighs, grunting in ecstasy. "I've got you," she assured him, his cock spilling harmlessly into the water behind her ass.

Charlie held Miley tightly in his own arms through their orgasms, his breath heavy once the climax had passed. "I really like sex," he said.

Giggling, Miley kissed Charlie's cheek, "You're pretty good at it, considering you just lost your virginity yesterday."

"You too," Charlie returned. "I love it when you talk dirty to me. It gets me so turned on."

"What can I say? I'm a horny girl. Naughty stuff just pops into my head." She smiled and kissed him, "Want to go cuddle for a while? We sorta missed out on that yesterday."

"Yeah," Charlie agreed eagerly, the two still pecking kisses against each other. "Miley, how did this happen?"

"You're the biology expert," Miley chuckled.

"No, I mean us. How...?"

"Oh," Miley ran a hair through Charlie's wet hair, his arms still around her. "I don't know. I'm sorry, you know, if I was ever mean to you... before."

"Nah," Charlie shook his head. "You would've needed to talk to me to be mean to me."

Miley's expression looked sad, "I'm sorry, Charlie. I really am. I wish I could have woken up sooner. Popularity is a weird thing. It gets to your head, and people do awful things to try and keep it. I promise I'll never ever be that way again. I've changed since that day last week when I pushed you into the bathroom. You've changed me."

"I know," Charlie said with a soft smile. "I'm really happy too. You're so cool. Before you were just a really hot girl, but you're so great Miley... I... I..."

Miley kissed his cheek, "What is it sweetie?"

"I love you," Charlie blurted without thinking about the words.

Miley blinked in shock at Charlie's admission.

*

[Edited by manda126]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 03



PART 1 -- The Elephant in the Room

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"You can't say things like that, Charlie. It's too soon!" Miley wrapped her naked body in a big fluffy towel as she scolded Charlie.

Charlie climbed from Miley's pool, moving to grab a towel of his own and fitting it around his waist, "I'm sorry, Miley, I didn't mean-"

"You've only been my boyfriend for a day! I mean, it's not even been a week that we've been hanging out. It's too soon to say things like that!"

"I know, it just came out! I don't know what I was thinking. Please, Miley, just forget it."

"How can I forget it?" Miley fretted, tussling her wet hair with a hand. "You put it out there. What am I supposed to say to that, Charlie?"

"Don't say anything! I didn't mean it, I-"

"What, so you don't love me?" Miley snapped.

"No! I mean, yeah, Shit, I don't know!"

"I think you should go," Miley's tone was as cold as her blue eyes. She gathered up her pile of clothing lying on the concrete beside the backyard pool.

"Wait Miley, please. Can't we talk about this?"

"What is there to talk about? We have some great sex and all the sudden you're in love with me? I can't deal with that, Charlie. Not this soon. I just... I need some space, okay?"

Charlie opened his mouth to say something, but failed to find the words. He realized there was nothing he could say that would take it back. Resigned, he nodded and moved towards his clothes.

Once dressed and walking through the gate of Miley's fence, Charlie remembered that he didn't have a ride home; Miley had driven them from school. Luckily he didn't live too far away, only about three miles, but it was going to be a long walk with the way things just went. He cursed himself for ever opening his mouth. How could he tell Miley he loved her? She was right, it was way too soon. She probably thought he was a lovesick dork, clinging to the first girl who showed him any interest. Charlie knew he blew it with the most fantastic girl at school. That was probably the end of the romance between Charlie White and Miley Andrews, he thought.

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"You've been having sex with him?" came Stacy's shocked voice through Miley's cell phone. "I can't believe you! Hand jobs are one thing, Miley, but...!"

"I know, I know," Miley said, curled on her bed. She felt confused about what happened, and guilty about forcing Charlie away. Miley needed to talk to someone and had told Stacy everything regarding the previous few days.

"Well it's no wonder he told you he loved you," Stacy said. "Most girls at school hardly even talk to him, much less spread their legs. I mean, he was a virgin, right? He's probably got a total puppy crush on you now."

"I was a virgin too!" Miley protested. "I didn't suddenly feel the urge to profess my love."

"That's so different!" Stacy's countered. "You were a virgin by choice.

Miley rubbed her eyes, "You're right. God Stacy, what am I going to do? Things just moved so fast with Charlie. I mean, one day I barely know him, and five days later I'm telling him I'm his girlfriend and we're fucking in my pool. What was I thinking?"

"Well, do you like him?"

"Yes, of course I do. I like him a lot."

"Do you love him?"

Miley thought about that for a second, "I don't know. Can a person know that in five days?"

"I think so? Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette got married a day after they met in 'True Romance'. That was so romantic..."

"This isn't a movie! This is my life we're talking about."

"I know, I know. Calm down, Miley. Geez."

"What am I going to do, Stace? What am I going to say to him tomorrow at school?"

"Hell if I know," Stacy replied. "This is why we agreed not to date high school boys, remember? They get all clingy."

"He's not clingy. He's just inexperienced with girls. That's one of the things I like about him, actually. He's honest."

"What do you want me to say, Miley? If you like him that much just talk to him; maybe tell him you guys need to slow things down. You two should try going out on an actual date, get to know one another instead of jumping right into the sack every time you see each other."

Miley breathed out a soft laugh, "You're right. That's a really good idea."

"You're welcome," Stacy said.

"Thank you. You're the best, Stace."

"I love you," Stacy teased in a sing-song voice.

Miley giggled, relieved after talking to her friend, "I love you too, see you tomorrow."

Hanging up the phone, Miley sighed and stretched out on her bed. She wondered how Charlie was doing; he probably felt awful, she thought. She considered calling him but felt it was best if they had some space.

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"You've been having sex with Miley Andrews?!?" Brian's stunned voice came through Charlie's cell phone. "Dude! That's so awesome!"

"I know. But I blew it," Charlie replied, laying on his bed in defeat. "I'm such an idiot."

"Yeah you are," Brian confirmed. "You never tell a girl you love her unless she says it first."

"How would you know? Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Dude, low blow, okay? But c'mon, every guy knows that. That's like 'Relationships 101'."

"I know, I know. You're right," Charlie admitted. "It just slipped out. I didn't mean to say it."

"That sucks, dude. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. She probably doesn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. You should have seen her, I totally freaked her out."

There was a long pause before Brian asked, "You want to come over and play some 'Modern Warfare'?"

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It took three tries before Charlie worked the proper combination on his locker the following morning. He hadn't gotten much sleep and couldn't stop playing out the events from the previous day in his mind. It was like his brain was on a continuous slow motion loop of him telling Miley he loved her. How could three simple words screw things up so much? He wanted to go find Miley and try to talk to her, but Charlie feared pushing the issue would just make it worse. With a sigh, he grabbed first period books and headed to homeroom.

The whole morning was miserable for Charlie. He wanted to know where he stood with Miley and was unable to focus on his classes; nothing seemed capable of getting his thoughts off of her. It wasn't until his last class before lunch that Charlie finally got some sign from Miley in the form of a text.

DIVINOS - LUNCH HOUR 

DiVino's was a popular spot for students to go if they didn't want cafeteria lunch; a bistro-style pizza joint within walking distance of school. Unfortunately, Charlie couldn't get anything from the tone of the text. He had no idea where Miley's head was at and found it likely that he was going to get dumped over a slice of pepperoni.

As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of class Charlie hurried to meet Miley. Whatever his fate was to be, Charlie wanted to get it over with. He didn't see Miley or her car when he arrived at DiVino's, so Charlie assumed he beat her there. As he moved to go inside a rather large young man stepped in Charlie's path, preventing him from entering the restaurant. His name was Brock, the star middle linebacker on the school's football team. Charlie knew him well and had been the target of Brock's bullying since middle school.

"Hey, White." Brock spoke in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Didn't you know? No dorks allowed."

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Charlie replied, "I'm meeting someone, and I really don't need this today, Brock."

A couple of Brock's cronies sitting at an outdoor table noticed the encounter and got up, moving to support their teammate. As though Brock needed any help, Charlie thought; he probably outweighed Charlie by fifty pounds.

"What, is there a dork convention here today or something?" Brock joked, his two buddies laughing at him. "Get lost, White."

"No," Charlie refused.

"What did you say?" Brock asked, his face twisting with annoyance.

"I'm not going anywhere, Brock."

The fist came so fast that Charlie didn't even see it coming. Before he even realized that Brock had punched him, Charlie was laying on his back on the hard concrete sidewalk. A salty taste assaulted his lips and Charlie lifted a hand to his nose, seeing blood on the tips of his fingers.

"Charlie!!!" came Miley's urgent voice from somewhere, mingled with laughter from Brock and his buddies.

"Miley?" Charlie called weakly, still dazed.

"Oh my god! Charlie!" Miley ran from her car to the sidewalk, kneeling beside Charlie. She was frantic with worry, putting a hand under Charlie's head so that it wasn't on the hard cement, "Are you okay, baby?"

"I think so?"

"You fucking asshole!" Miley yelled over her shoulder at Brock, which went far in silencing the laughs coming from the jock's direction.

"What's with you, Miley?" Brock asked. "You a dork-lover now? I heard rumors."

"Just stay away from him, okay?" Miley helped the bloodied Charlie to his feet, "Otherwise I'll make your life a living hell and tell everyone about your little dick."

"Whatever," Brock dismissed the threat, though he seemed to think Miley would do it by the way he backed down. "Let's go guys."

"Are you okay?" Miley asked again, turning her worried focus back to Charlie.

"I'm fine," Charlie said, wiping blood from his upper lip.

"C'mon baby," Miley said, her arm around Charlie's waist. "Let's get you cleaned up."

She took Charlie to her car, putting him in the passenger seat, then moved around to the driver's seat and dug into her purse.

"I'm fine, Miley, really. Just another blow to my ego."

"Hush," Miley commanded, producing some tissues. "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. Brock is an over-hormonal thug on steroids."

"Tell me about it," Charlie agreed. "He's made a sport of bullying me since seventh grade. I think he was the same size then as he is now."

With a tender touch Miley started dabbing a tissue against Charlie's nose, "He's over-compensating for his needle-sized dick. A product of the steroids, no doubt."

Lifting his chin to accommodate Miley's dabbing, Charlie was almost afraid to ask, "How do you know- ow! That stings. How do you know how big his dick is?"

Miley winced at Charlie's pain and then grinned gently at his query, "Don't worry; I've never seen it or anything. Darla used to date him. She's seen the entire football team naked, no doubt."

Charlie chuckled, but the stinging pain in his nose quickly distracted him from the humor.

"Brock may have the body of an ape," Miley continued, wiping up a little more blood with a fresh tissue. "But he'll never make the girls moan like you can, baby."

"I like your bedside manner," Charlie commented. "You always seem to know how to make me feel better about myself."

Miley frowned, feeling guilty after his kind words, "Charlie, I need to apologize."

"You do?" Charlie sounded surprised.

"I was a real bitch yesterday, and I'm sorry. Things have been going so fast between us that, well, I got a little scared, that's all. I shouldn't have gone all 'ice-queen' on you and made you walk home. Will you forgive me?"

"Forgive you?" Charlie almost laughed. "I came here thinking you would break up with me."

"Break up with you?" Miley's cute face scrunched up with confusion, "Why would I break up with you?"

"I thought maybe you figured I was a lovesick loser or something. You looked totally freaked-out yesterday." Charlie looked down at his lap, "I never should have said what I said. It's just that sometimes I have trouble saying what I mean."

Miley took Charlie's hand and held it between both of hers, "Why don't you try telling me what you meant now?"

Charlie tried to recall what was going through his mind when he told Miley he loved her, "What I wanted to tell you was how incredible you make me feel when we're together. How you make me want to be a better person because I feel like I don't deserve a girl as amazing as you."

Miley's head tilted as she listened to Charlie, her expression growing warm.

"You're so confident, I love that about you, and you make me feel more confident about myself. I can't stop thinking about you, and when I'm not with you all I can think about is seeing your smile again. You're beautiful, you make me laugh, you're smart, and well, I guess 'I love you' was just the short version."

Wrapping her arms around Charlie's neck and shoulders, Miley embraced him tightly, "That's the sweetest thing any guy has ever said to me."

"Really?" Charlie asked, hugging back.

Miley nodded, wiping a tear from her eye and laying her head on Charlie's shoulder, "Let's go out tonight. Want to see a movie or something?"

"Sure, yeah. That'd be cool."

"I'll pick you up after school?"

"How about I pick you up?" Charlie suggested.

"I thought you didn't have a car?"

"I'll borrow my mom's car. If I tell her I'm going on a date with you she'll probably even give me gas and movie ticket money."

"Seriously?" Miley laughed.

"Yeah. After going almost all the way through high school without a date, I think she's just relieved to know I'm into girls."

Miley laughed again, kissing Charlie's cheek, "Well big guy, you've got a date with a girl tonight. Pick me up at six."

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As predicted, Charlie's mom had no problem letting her son take out the car. Even though Miley owned her own car, Charlie didn't like the idea of depending on her to drive them everywhere. On his way to pick her up, Charlie considered getting a job; he was beginning to realize a social life costs money!

Charlie got to meet Miley's parents when he went to her door. Her mom was beautiful and looked like an older version of Miley, with the same blue eyes and dark brunette hair. She gave Charlie a funny look, like she was thinking 'what is my daughter doing with this skinny geek'. Miley's step-dad had the same look, but was more polite and shook Charlie's hand.

He didn't care about either of them. Charlie was only interested in Miley, who looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black mini skirt that fell to mid-thigh, black strappy heels, and a midriff baring top that had less material than your common hanky. Miley had gone out of her way to look pretty for him, and was fully made up with a touch of glitter sprinkled around her face. Once again she made Charlie feel bland, who was wearing a simple pair of khaki pants and a button down shirt. Not that she seemed to mind; Miley was beaming to see him. She especially loved the fact that Charlie thought to bring her flowers.

Miley picked the movie. She chose the newest slasher flick showing at their local multi-theater. After getting the required bucket of popcorn, candy, and sodas they selected seats near the back of the theater. Charlie protested, usually preferring to sit closer to the screen, but Miley insisted they choose a row towards the rear.

Twenty minutes into the movie people started to die, in horrifying and grizzly ways. It all seemed laughable to Charlie, who didn't really like horror pictures, but Miley kept squealing every time something startling or bloody occurred and grabbing Charlie's arm or hand. He liked that part and Charlie made a mental note to take Miley to more horror movies.

"Hold me," Miley said at one point, leaning into Charlie and drawing his arm around her. She laid her head at Charlie's shoulder and slipped both arms around his torso, cuddling close.

Halfway through the movie came the inevitable sex scene, which (of course) involved a topless and attractive young female. Charlie watched the scene as he held Miley, smelling her intoxicating perfume, trying his hardest to think of anything but sex. But the harder Charlie tried, the harder his penis got.

Without a single word or glance, her eyes still on the movie, Miley moved her hand to Charlie's lap. She felt his thickening monster through his pants and gave it several squeezes, which only made him grow more erect.

"Miley...?!" Charlie hissed when she unbuttoned his pants. She didn't say a word, slipping her hand beneath the hem of Charlie's boxers. He took in a heavy breath and shivered lightly when Miley grasped his shaft. Her hand felt warm as she very slowly gave him a few strokes.

Miley cuddled closer against Charlie's side, pivoting her body toward him to gain better access to his crotch. She continued to slowly rub her grip up and down his length, occasionally letting her fingernails drag along the soft underside of Charlie's cock.

Since it was a weeknight the theater wasn't very crowded; there were just a few people sitting several rows in front of them. Charlie looked around, just to make sure no one was looking, and he realized no one would have a view of his lap unless they were sitting in the same row as he and Miley. Thankfully, no one was.

"It's okay baby," Miley whispered. "No one can see us."

"Is this why you wanted to sit in the back?" Charlie asked, equally as quiet.

Miley grinned. She continued to lazily stroke him with just enough motion to keep him fully erect and shifting in his chair, "You don't mind, do you? I missed your cock."

"Since yesterday?" Charlie asked quietly.

Miley nodded against his shoulder, "I missed you too, Charlie. What you said earlier, at lunch, I'm the same way. I think about you all the time when we're apart. I'm sorry I was such a bitch; let me make it up to you?"

"Um, okay," Charlie readily agreed, no longer paying any attention to the movie.

Opening his pants further, and pushing the elastic band of his boxers down, Miley freed Charlie's penis. "I want to make you cum," she whispered.

"We'll make a mess," Charlie fretted quietly.

"I don't want you to worry about that," Miley soothed. "Just relax and let me jerk you off. I'll swallow your mess into my tummy so we don't get it all over."

Sitting back for a moment, Miley slipped her hand down under her skirt. She whispered, "Seeing your cock again has me turned on." Her hand re-appeared, slick with her own arousal which she used to lubricate Charlie's length. "I think I need to start carrying some lube in my purse," she giggled.

"God Miley, that feels so good," Charlie muttered, his arm still around her shoulders.

Miley shifted until she was practically in Charlie's lap, her head nestled in the nook where his shoulder and arm met. "I know," she cooed. "You like getting masturbated don't you?"

"Y-yeah..."

"I know you do baby. And I like to jerk you off." Miley's hand pumped him with a steady pace, "Your big thing gets so hard and throbby when I touch it, begging me to give it release. I can't help myself."

Neither of them paid any attention to the movie, they were too wrapped up in their own erotic romance. To any casual onlookers they would appear a young couple in love, curled into a cuddling embrace. But Miley's fist was working Charlie's erection between them, hidden, sliding up and down his length with smooth and slick pumps. When she sensed he was growing too excited she would pause, letting his cock twitch in the air a little until he calmed down, then Miley would go back to jacking him off or teasing her fingernails against his taut scrotum.

"Aren't you getting close, baby?" Miley teased. "Don't you want to cum for me?"

"Oh god Miley... you've had me so close..."

Miley lifted her head, kissing Charlie near his ear. She whispered, "Do you want me to suck on it? It's so big, I can't take much of you, but your cock-head looks so yummy. Want me to suck on it like a lollipop?"

Charlie closed his eyes, his head rolling back against the theater seat. He was right on the edge of orgasm and Miley was holding him there. Her hand was stroking him slowly as she talked dirty, and Miley knew all too well that a faster pace would make him erupt almost immediately.

"Is that what you want, Charlie? To shoot your sticky cum into my mouth and make me swallow it? Hmm?"




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 03



"Miley... please..." Charlie whispered, begging.

"Please what?" Miley whispered back, tone purposefully innocent.

"...make me cum..." Charlie replied, his voice barely audible.

"I don't want to," Miley continued to tease. "I like rubbing your cock. Maybe when the movie is over?"

"Oh god," Charlie moaned, "Please... Miley..."

He was so close. Miley could feel it in Charlie's erection, the way it pulsed in her hand. He was so hard it felt like she was holding a thick rod of steel. She had to slow her stroking motion to a crawl and pre-cum leaked from his tip continuously, which she used to further slicken his shaft.

"Tell me, Charlie. Tell me what you want."

"I want to cum," Charlie whispered breathlessly.

"Where do you want to cum?" Miley prodded.

Charlie almost begged, "In your mouth. I want to cum in your mouth."

"You're so naughty, wanting your girlfriend to suck down all your nasty goo into her mouth, you know that? Are you going to make me take all your little spermies into my stomach? Huh, Charlie? Is that what you want?"

"Y-yes," came Charlie's desperate answer. His cock throbbed with arousal. He could feel his orgasm sitting at the base of his shaft, waiting for Miley to speed her hand up even slightly.

Miley took one quick glance around, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before her head disappeared below the tops of the seats. She could take about a third of Charlie's length into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. She didn't dare take any more for fear of choking and making too much noise.

She began to stroke the remaining portion of his shaft swiftly, milking Charlie into her mouth.

He grunted and had to cover his mouth with a palm to keep from yelling in absolute pleasure of the release Miley finally granted. His cock heaved, pushing Charlie's semen into Miley's mouth with every stroke of her hand; her jacking motion drawing the orgasm out of his cock like a pump. Her throat worked to take it all down and she had to swallow several big gulps of the warm jizz to keep it from spilling out between her lips.

Miley waited for the last of it to ooze out, her hand squeezing Charlie's cock from base to tip to make sure she got it all. Then she kissed the head of his cock and rose back up, licking her lips to cuddle at his side as though nothing had happened. She went back to watching the movie with a content smile.

Charlie slouched in his seat, exhausted with relief.

PART 2 -- Geek becomes Chic

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Standing at the pharmacy counter, Miley tapped her foot impatiently while waiting for the pharmacist to fetch her prescription. It was the Saturday following their movie date and she and Charlie were at the local suburban mall to give him an 'image makeover'. Charlie was currently at the hair stylist on the other side of the mall getting a haircut; Miley was impatient to get back and see how he looked.

"Okay," the pharmacist returned, an older graying man, "you've got three months worth here. Take one a day, preferably in the morning, and try to avoid doing so on an empty stomach. Will that be cash or charge?"

Miley reached in her purse for the credit card her step-father had given her, but thought twice and dug for cash instead. She didn't need her parents to check the credit bill and know she was going on birth control pills. Even though Miley was eighteen and free to do what she wished in that regard, she didn't think it was anyone's business but hers and Charlie's. (And maybe her best friend Stacy, whom she told everything to.)

Stuffing the prescription package into her purse, Miley hurried out of the drug store and headed back across the mall. She couldn't wait to see how Charlie's hair turned out. They had already accomplished getting him some new clothes (thanks to step-daddy's credit card!) and purchased contacts from the vision store to replace his thick-framed glasses. Miley even got Charlie into the tanning booth for twenty minutes prior to the stylist.

Miley smiled as she walked through the wide mall, happier than she'd ever felt. Things had been going so well between her and Charlie ever since they went on their movie date and got past the 'I Love You Scandal'. They were inseparable, spending as much time together as they could. When they weren't together, they spent hours talking on the phone or texting each other. They were the target of the biggest gossip crusade in the history of their high school, and a lot of Miley's old friends wouldn't even talk to her anymore. But she didn't care, Charlie made her feel like the most special girl in the universe and that's all that mattered.

"Hey Denise," Miley called once she got back to the stylist shop. "How are you coming with my super-cute hunk of a boyfriend?" Denise had been Miley's stylist ever since Miley was in middle school and started treating her curly tendrils of hair as though they were a full-time hobby.

"See for yourself," Denise said, removing the draping apron from Charlie. He climbed out of the barber chair to face Miley.

His brown hair was cut shorter and had a wet-messy look that stuck up and laid to the side. Miley beamed brightly, thinking he looked like a teen movie star, "You look awesome, baby!" She walked up to him and gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Charlie did look good. He was wearing a pair of drapy-loose brand named cargo pants, a stylish polo, and sharp leather shoes. His glasses were gone, his hair was trendy, and a hint of color tinted his skin from the tanning booth. "Thanks," he replied, blushing a little. "Can we go to lunch now? I'm starving and it's almost two o'clock. I didn't know the mall could be so exhausting."

Miley chuckled, "Yes, we just have to make a stop on the way to the food court. The department store is having a lingerie sale."

"I don't really wear lingerie that often," Charlie joked dryly.

"Not for you, silly," Miley giggled. "Well, kinda for you," she winked.

Walking through the aisles of women's under garments, Miley led Charlie along with her as though he were a stray dog. At least, that's what it felt like to Charlie. But he didn't complain and smiled politely to the other women shopping, feeling slightly uncomfortable among the racks of bras and underwear. Once she picked out an armful of stuff they went to the back of the store where the women's changing rooms were located. It was a long wide hallway with several doors that led to the more private rooms.

"Wait here," Miley instructed, disappearing into one of the rooms and leaving Charlie standing alone holding the shopping bags.

"Miley, can't I wait out in the mall?" Charlie asked. "I feel weird standing here."

"Just hang on," came Miley's voice from behind the changing room door. "I want to make sure you like what I picked out."

Looking around, Charlie hoped they were alone. The other doors were all cracked open and he didn't think any of them looked occupied. He silently hoped no other women would arrive before Miley was done.

After what seemed a lifetime Charlie heard Miley's door unlatch and she said, "Okay, come in here for a second and tell me what you think."

"Are you sure I'm supposed to be back here with you?" Charlie asked nervously.

"Just get in here you big goof," Miley laughed.

Slipping in quickly, Charlie nearly dropped the shopping bags he was carrying when he saw Miley. She was wearing a black lacy bra (the sheer material allowing Charlie to see her nipples), matching thong underwear that attached to garters, and sheer black stockings that hugged the tops of her thighs where they connected to the garter straps. The rest of her toned and tan body was on full display.

"I really should get some stiletto heels to wear with this," Miley casually mentioned, pulling and fiddling with the fit of the stockings. When Charlie didn't reply she looked at him, "What do you think? Charlie?"

Charlie was staring. Nothing could have prepared him for how incredibly sexy Miley looked in the lingerie. He was struck speechless and his mouth hung open slightly. He'd seen sexy women wearing lingerie online and elsewhere, of course, but that could hardly compare to the very real vision standing in front of him.

"Charlie?" Miley repeated.

"Yeah?" Charlie answered with a distant, distracted tone.

Miley giggled, "You like?"

"I've never seen anything so sexy in my entire life," Charlie stated honestly.

"Charlie..." Miley gushed, "you're making me blush." In truth, she loved the way Charlie was staring at her. He always made her feel so special and desirable. She turned around to face a mirror, checking out the way she looked. She glanced and saw Charlie's reflection as he stared at her heart-shaped bottom.

"Do you want me?" she suddenly asked, her voice gaining a husky tone.

"Huh?" Charlie said, completely mesmerized by the perfect shape of Miley's butt.

"Do you want me?" Miley repeated. "Right here, right now."

"You mean in here? But someone could hear us."

"I don't care," Miley stated flatly. "You're making me hot the way you're looking at me."

"I-I don't think we should."

"Just a quickie, please baby?"

"Don't they have cameras in these rooms?" Charlie wondered.

"Then someone's getting a show. C'mon," Miley encouraged, "just pull it out and take me from behind." To entice him, she bent forward and stuck out her ass, wriggling it.

"Jeezus!" Charlie said, working his pants open.

Miley grinned when she saw that Charlie was suddenly agreeable and pulled her panties down between her trim thighs, "Not too deep baby, I still can't take your whole cock yet."

Laying his hands on Miley's hips, Charlie positioned his already-erect penis towards her entrance, poking at her sex. She reached down between her legs and took Charlie's erection, helping him find the right spot. With one push he was in.

"Ohh..." Charlie groaned with satisfaction, enjoying the slick warmth that suddenly surrounded the head of his cock.

"Fuck me," Miley murmured quietly, "Fuck my pussy, baby."

Charlie found a swift rhythm, thrusting his cock about halfway into her, looking at her gorgeous blue eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

"Touch me," Miley whimpered at him. "Put your hands on my ass, Charlie. Make me feel sexy."

Charlie did, squeezing his grip into the tan skin of Miley's ass cheeks.

"Faster, baby... fuck me. Your cock feels so good. Fuck it into me. Oh god, squeeze my ass."

"Oh shit, you're so fucking hot," Charlie moaned as quietly as possible, squeezing and groping against the flesh of Miley's butt.

"Tell me before you cum," Miley gasped, already close to orgasm. Her hand was between her legs and she rubbed her clit even as Charlie's shaft slid against it, "I'm not ready for your seed yet, lover."

"I want to cum inside you," Charlie moaned. "I can't wait to do that."

"Soon," Miley promised breathlessly, "...oh god... I've got my pills... then you can shoot your little babies into me, Charlie. Fuck... oh fuck. Charlie, I'm going to cum!"

Charlie increased the pace of his humping, his thrusts growing in power. Miley had to lift a palm to the mirror to prevent herself from getting pushed into the wall by Charlie's fucking. "I'm cumming!" Miley gasped. She pushed her lips together to keep herself from screaming and whimpered through the power of her orgasm. Charlie's driving cock drew out her pleasure for several long moments, leaving her gasping and wanton. 

"Miley!" came Charlie's grunting voice in warning.

"Are you going to cum?!" Miley asked, working herself free of Charlie's penetration.

Charlie nodded urgently.

"I've got you, baby," she cooed, taking his erection and pumping it in her hand. Miley didn't have time to get her lips around him and neatly contain Charlie's orgasm within her mouth; the first rope of cum flew out the tip of his cock almost as soon as she started pumping it. She didn't want to soil her new lingerie, so Miley aimed him towards the wall mirror, jacking him off with brisk strokes.

Several streams of the pearly semen hung and dripped down the mirror by the time Charlie was done and Miley couldn't stop giggling, "Oh my god Charlie, you always shoot so much stuff!"

Charlie grinned, blushing with slight embarrassment.

Standing, Miley gave him a pecking kiss on the cheek, "I think I better buy this outfit."

PART 3 - Two Mothers of a Different Coin

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"Miley can I come in?" came a voice from outside the bedroom door.

"Sure mom," Miley called back. She was sitting on her bed in a pair of pink sweats and a sports bra, painting her toenails and watching reruns of the Golden Girls on her big screen.

"What are you doing home on a Saturday night, honey?" Miley's mom asked as she entered. "Shouldn't you be out with your friends?"

Miley used her remote to turn down the television volume, "Stacy's on a date, Charlie's hanging out with his buddies, and I'm kind of on the outs with most of my other friends."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with that boy who was here the other night, would it? What was his name?"

"His name is Charlie," Miley answered in a dry annoyed tone. "I just said his name like two seconds ago."

"Right." Miley's mother sat on the edge of the bed beside her daughter, "I wanted to talk to you about him. Your father and I-"

"STEP-father," Miley corrected.

"Your step-father and I," Miley's mom continued, "don't think he's very appropriate for you."

Miley laughed, "Whatever, mom. I'm sure Brad couldn't care less who I date."

"Well I care, darling. Whatever happened with Matt? He was such a nice young man."

"You only liked him because his family is rich," Miley noted, capping her bottle of toenail polish, "and because he goes to Florida State where you graduated."

"I liked him because he has a promising future and was a very handsome young man. You need to think about your own future once in a while, Miley."

"I think about it all the time, mom. What's your problem with Charlie, anyway?"

"Well honey, it's just that he's a..."

"What?" Miley frowned. "He's a what, mom? A nerd? God! You sound just like the kids at school. Grow up!"

"I'm trying to look out for you honey. I only want what's best for you."

Miley hopped off her bed, growing angry, "Well try thinking about my happiness once in a while, mother. Charlie is a really great guy and he makes me happy. He's my boyfriend so you're just going to have to live with it, because nothing you or Brad or anyone else can say is going to make me change my mind!"

"Miley, you're so stubborn. I swear you're just like your father sometimes."

"Leave dad out of this!"

"Miley, would you please listen to me? I just think you can do better than this Charlie boy."

Miley growled and balled up her fists, "You're the one who doesn't listen mom. God! I can't wait to move out of this house! I should go live with dad in Tampa."

"Millicent!"

"Go to hell, mom."

Snatching up her purse and a light track jacket from her couch, Miley stalked towards the bedroom door.

"Miley... Miley! Where are you going!? Millicent Andrews, you come back here this instant!"

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Olivia White was lounging on the couch indulging in her favorite vice: reruns of the Golden Girls. Charlie was out with his friends, her oldest son was away at college, and her husband John was gone for the weekend on a fishing trip. While normally she hated an empty house, Olivia had to admit that it was nice to relax and 'veg out' in front of the TV once in a while.

"Who could that be?" Olivia wondered aloud when she heard the doorbell. She glanced at her watch on the way to the door and saw that it was 9:30pm.

"Miley?" Olivia sounded surprised when she opened the door.

"Hi Mrs. White," Miley tried to smile. "I'm sorry for disturbing you this late."

"Oh, it's not that late. Are you looking for Charlie?"

"Sort of. I know he was hanging out with his friends tonight. Is he home yet?"

"No," Olivia answered. "He and those friends of his usually play their games pretty late. Do you want to come in?"

"Thanks," Miley said, entering the house. "Games?"

Olivia nodded, "'Dungeons and Wizards' I think they call it. It's either that or those video games of theirs."

Miley grinned; that sounded like Charlie.

"I would have called him but I left my house in kind of a huff and I didn't really have anywhere else to go. I drove here hoping maybe he'd be home."

"Well come on in sweetie. You're certainly welcome here." Olivia looked concerned, in a motherly way, "What happened?"

"Thanks Mrs. White." Miley took her shoes off and left her purse by the door, "I had a fight with my mom. I'm sure you know how it goes."

"Please, call me Olivia. And of course I do. I raised two stubborn boys. Come sit down, my husband is out of town fishing and I was just watching some TV, so you're not interrupting anything."

Miley's face brightened when she followed Olivia into the living room, "Ohmygod, you're watching the Golden Girls? I love the Golden Girls."

"Really?" Olivia asked, surprised. "They're a little before your time."

"Yeah, but I catch the reruns all the time." Miley sat on the couch next to Olivia, "I just love Betty White, she's so funny. Reminds me of my grandma, on my dad's side."

Olivia laughed, "That's funny. She reminds me of Charlie's grandmother, on his father's side."

Miley pushed a tendril of black hair behind an ear, grinning, "Are you sure it's okay if I hang out for a while? I don't want to intrude."

"Oh heavens Miley, I'm glad for the company. After raising two boys and a husband, I just hate being in this house all alone. It's too quiet. Do you need to talk or anything? What were you and your mother fighting about?"

Miley rolled her eyes, "Actually it was about your son. My boyfriend."

"Your...?" Olivia's brow lifted.

"Didn't Charlie tell you?"

"He told me you two were going to a movie earlier this week, but he never mentioned anything about you two being 'official' or anything."

Miley blushed a little, "Oh. Um, well, we are. It hasn't been that long though, only about a week. But I really like Charlie, he's the greatest. I hope that's not a problem?"

"Of course not!" Olivia smiled, "I think you're a wonderful young lady, Miley. You seem very well mannered and you're just pretty as a picture. I think Charlie has chosen very well."

"Thanks. I wish my mom was more like you," Miley lamented.

"Your mother doesn't approve of my Charlie?"

Miley shook her head.

"Why not?" Olivia wondered.

"Because he's not rich and doesn't play water polo."

Olivia let out a slow breath, "I understand."

"You do?" Miley asked. "Because I think my mom is a total elitist bitch. Um, sorry. Don't even get me started on my mom."

Olivia chuckled, "I'm sure she just wants what's best for you, and she probably hasn't gotten to know my son like you have. Speaking of Charlie, you should call him. I'm sure he'd want to know you're here."

"Thanks Olivia," Miley smiled, getting up from the couch and moving towards her purse.

"And Miley? You can stay here tonight if you want, but only under two conditions: number one, you call your mom and let her know. Number two, you sleep in the guest room. NOT Charlie's room."

Miley laughed, "Thanks Olivia, that's so cool of you. I really appreciate it."

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"Dude, I'm out of charges on my Wand of Fireballs," Brian said. "This dragon is going to kick our ass."

"There's no way my wizard is fleeing. We still have our potions," another boy was saying. "What do you think, Charlie?"

"Hang on," Charlie replied. "My phone is buzzing."

Getting up from the table in Brian's basement, Charlie dug his vibrating cell phone out of his pocket. "Hello? Miley? What's going on... you what? You're at my house? You're staying the night? My mom said that? You're kidding me. No, I'm just a couple blocks away at Brian's. No... no! There's no way you're coming over here. Because... guy stuff. I'll be home in five minutes."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 03



"I gotta go, guys," Charlie announced to his three friends, pocketing his phone.

"What?!" Brian exclaimed, "Dude! We spent all night getting to this dragon's lair and you're going to bail?"

"You'll have to roll for my character. Miley's at my house, with my mom."

"Oh dude," Brian replied, "I can see where that could be a problem. Call me tomorrow? I'll let you know if you died or not."

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Charlie returned home 4.5 minutes later to find his mom and Miley sitting on the couch together, laughing at Betty White.

"Hi honey," Olivia said, "Did you have fun with your friends?"

"Yeah, it was okay."

Miley lifted a wave, "Sorry to pull you away. You didn't have to come home right away; your mom and I are having fun."

"That's what I was afraid of," Charlie commented.

"What's the matter honey?" Olivia asked. "Don't want your mother getting to know your girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me you and Miley were steady?"

"Um, I was going to. And I came home because I was worried you'd bust out the naked baby pictures or something."

Miley laughed. She almost said something about already seeing Charlie naked, but wisely held her tongue.

"Well," Olivia said, getting up, "I'll leave you two to watch TV. I think I'm going to take a bath and turn in. Remember Miley... guest room."

"Thanks again, Olivia. Good night," Miley smiled.

"You're on a first name basis with my mom already?" Charlie asked, sitting on the couch next to Miley.

"Yeah. Your mom is so nice."

"I guess she's okay. So what are you doing here anyway? You had a fight with your parents?"

"My mom," Miley corrected." I had to get out of that house. Stacy's on a date and I didn't know where else to go."

"I'm glad you're here," Charlie said. "I missed you."

"Oh yeah?" Miley grinned. "Spending all day at the mall with me wasn't too much for you?"

Charlie shook his head, "I've been thinking about you all night."

"I missed you too."

Charlie and Miley fell into an easy rhythm, talking and laughing as they sat together on the couch and flipped through the TV channels. Charlie had grown past any nervousness he had around Miley and the two had become very comfortable with each other in just one short week. At one point, when Charlie was explaining the lure of Dungeons & Dragons, Miley just sat and listened to him... and stared at him.

It didn't matter to her that Charlie played role playing games or was into comic books, that stuff was just what he did, not who he was. Miley knew that Charlie loved her, he said so himself, and she knew that he'd never do anything to hurt her. He'd probably jump in front of a bullet to keep anyone else from hurting her. He made her laugh, he made her cry, and he was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. He was fun in bed, he was fun to talk to, and he was fun to shop with; in fact, he was the first guy that ever agreed to go shopping with her! He never said anything bad about her other friends, despite the fact that they constantly teased him, and he never lied to her. But most importantly, he made her feel like a queen every time he looked at her.

"... hit points are like your character's health. When you run out you're dead," Charlie was saying.

"I love you too," Miley interrupted quite suddenly.

Charlie blinked, "What?"

"I love you, Charlie."

"You do?" Charlie asked, forgetting all about Dungeons & Dragons.

Miley nodded, biting her lower lip, "I just realized that, and I thought you should know. I love you, Charlie White."

"I love you too," Charlie said, leaning in to kiss her.

They embraced, kissing lightly at first, but their passion quickly grew and before long they were making out on the couch.

"Let's go up to my room," Charlie whispered.

"Oh no," Miley giggled from within his arms. "I promised your mom I'd sleep in the guest room. She was so nice to me; I'm not going to ruin that."

"Then let's go to the guest room," Charlie suggested.

Miley laughed, "Charlie! We have to behave."

"Please?" Charlie pleaded. "I have agreed to do it in your car at a park, the movie theater, a woman's dressing room..."

"This is different, I really want your mom to like me," Miley told him, cupping his face in her palm. She wanted to, her body was screaming to go with him, but she really didn't want to disappoint Olivia.

"My mom sleeps like a rock," Charlie argued. "And the guest room is on the other side of the house from her bedroom. She'll never hear us. I promise, just for a while, then I'll go to my own room."

"Just for a while, you promise?"

Charlie nodded.

"Okay," Miley smiled.

Hand in hand, the young lovers hurried to the guest bedroom, giggling and flirty. They undressed each other, hands all over each other's bodies. That's when Charlie made a discovery.

"Holy crap," he said, looking down between Miley's legs.

"You like?" she asked with a smile. Earlier that day, after Miley and Charlie were at the mall, she had shaved her pussy free of all pubic hair.

Charlie stare, "That's so sexy."

Miley sat back on the edge of the bed, lifting her knees and spreading her legs, "Why don't you have a closer look?"

Charlie dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving Miley's slit. He gently placed his hands on the bottoms of her thighs, but had no idea what to do next.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" Miley asked casually.

"Yeah," Charlie replied, the eager grin on his face making Miley laugh.

"Use your fingers and spread my pussy lips apart," Miley instructed him. "Further, sweetie. It's okay, you won't hurt me. Be gentle, but not too gentle; know what I mean?"

"Tell me what to do?" Charlie asked. "I want to know how to pleasure you."

Miley nodded, using her own finger to expose her clitoris, "See this little hood of skin? It's my clit underneath. It's like, really sensitive. Even little brushing touches against it can get me off, and it'll even get hard and poke out, almost like a tiny little cock."

Charlie marveled at how easily sex conversations came to Miley. It was like she was talking about the weather or something. What other girls would be uncomfortable talking about, she was casual with. Especially when she talked dirty to him.

"Lick it," Miley told him. "Your tongue will feel rough and good.... yeah! Oh, just like that Charlie. Lick my clit, baby. Slower, use the tip of your tongue and use shorter motions... yeah... oh god... lick at the same pace and don't change speeds. Mm, that feels nice."

Charlie followed her every instruction, dragging the tip of his tongue across her clit over and over. He could smell the aroma of her sex and it reminded him of the panties Miley had given him when they first started fooling around.

"You're getting wet," Charlie noticed.

"Yeah, taste it. Stick your tongue in me. Bury your nasty tongue in my pussy, that way you know what your girlfriend tastes like... ohhhhh.... god, you're fucking good at this."

Planting his mouth on her sex and gripping her thighs, Charlie lapped deeply and tasted Miley's sex. The flavor was unlike anything he knew, but he found that it wasn't unpleasant.

"Don't ignore my clit... yeah, lick it. Suck on it too, Charlie. Use your lips and kind of nibble on it softly... oh fuck! Oh god that feels good." Miley reached down and grabbed a handful of Charlie's freshly-styled hair, "You eat pussy so good baby, so much better than a finger."

As Charlie alternated between drilling his tongue deep into her cunt and flicking it against her clitoris, he found that Miley would close her thighs around his head or pull his face into her cunt when she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. He quickly learned where she liked to be touched.

Before long, Miley was squirming and moaning in ecstasy, "Eat me... eat my pussy baby... oh fuck, shit, oh fuck... you're going to make me... I'm gonna cum... Charlie, baby, make me cum... oh god...."

Miley arched her back and clamped her thighs around Charlie head. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes squeezed shut. Her orgasm flowed out of her as her fists grabbed and clutched at the bedspread; Miley did everything in her power not to scream and wake Charlie's mother.

Held in place by Miley's legs Charlie could only continue to stimulate her, so he kept working his tongue on Miley's clit. Her pussy gave up its honey, slickening everything, and Charlie lapped up her flavor.

"Stop," Miley gasped, his continued licking drawing her orgasm out. She feared making too much noise and waking Olivia. "Charlie... ohhhh, stop before I scream... oh god that's... that was fucking amazing."

Charlie looked up towards Miley, his cheeks and lips glistening from the fluids of her sex. Her ass cheeks were wet as well, and so was the bedspread beneath.

Miley giggled at the state of Charlie face, her own cheeks flush from her extended orgasm. "And I thought your cock was good, oh my god. Come up here and kiss me."

Crawling up to the bed and laying beside her, Charlie embraced Miley and kissed her. She could taste the flavor of her sex on his lips and let her tongue explore his mouth. She ran her hands all over Charlie's hairless and slender body as they made out, while Charlie's hands went right to Miley's ass.

"Do you still have my panties?" Miley asked as Charlie kissed her neck.

Pausing, Charlie looked at her and nodded, "Yeah, in my room. Why?"

"You're going to need them," Miley stated.

"Why?" Charlie wondered.

"We have to stop, sweetie. I don't want to piss off your mom."

"Just a bit longer? I want to-"

"Charlie. No more. Please, I want to, I really do. But it's important to me that your mom and I get along. Please?"

Charlie nodded, "Yeah, okay. You're probably right."

"I have an idea though. Call me."

Charlie gave her an inquisitive look.

"Go to your room, get my panties, and call me on my cell. I promise I'll make you cum, baby."

"You serious?" Charlie asked, intrigued.

"Of course," Miley smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "You think I'm going to send my boyfriend to bed without getting him off? What kind of girlfriend do you think I am?"

Grinning, Charlie returned her kiss and climbed off the bed to gather his discarded clothing.

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"Do you have my panties?" came Miley's soft voice through Charlie's cell phone.

"Yeah," Charlie answered while lying nude in his bed, Miley's white panties within reach.

"Do you have some hand lotion?"

"Yeah."

"Are you hard?"

"Yeah, really hard."

"Get it slick," Miley said, her voice quiet. "Lube your big cock up real good."

"Okay," Charlie agreed, propping his cell phone to his ear with a shoulder. He coated his erection with plenty of lotion, rubbing it up and down with his fist, "Okay, I'm ready."

"Now just slowly stroke yourself," Miley instructed. "Work that nice lotion all over the skin of your cock, get everything good and slippery."

Charlie returned a hand to his phone, stroking himself with the other, "You know, I've never had phone sex before."

Miley's smile was evident in her voice, "Really? You never even tried one of those naughty 900 numbers?"

"No," Charlie admitted, "I thought about it, but I was afraid my parents would find out."

"Mm. Well baby, you can have nasty phone sex with me anytime you want. Are you rubbing your cock for me?"

"Yeah, it feels really good."

"Do it like I do, use your fist to go all the way up and down that long shaft of yours. I like to bump my grip against the head or your cock."

"Oh god, Miley..."

"I love it when you jerk off for me," came Miley's soft sexy voice. "It makes me feel so hot that you do it for me. Are you thinking about me, Charlie? Are you thinking about my naked body?"

"Yes."

"You're so naughty, pumping that big dick of yours and thinking about doing nasty things to me. I bet you want to come over here and fuck me, don't you?"

"I want to be inside you so bad, Miley."

"I know you do baby. You want to come into this room and stick that big, greasy cock of yours into my tight cunt." Miley was pulling out all the stops, talking as dirty as she could, "You want to fill me up with your nasty cum, don't you? Shoot all your little baby-making sperms into my womb and make me pregnant?"

"Miley... jeezus..." Charlie moaned.

"Take my panties. Lift them to your nose and smell them. Can you smell my pussy, Charlie?"

"Yes," Charlie answered, doing as instructed. He held the panties at his face, the silky material stained with Miley's scent.

"You dirty boy," Miley teased wantonly, "sniffing panties and jerking off. Do you like the smell of my pussy? I best you want to taste them."

"Holy fuck," Charlie moaned, Miley's dirty talk driving him insane.

"Do it," Miley commanded. "Lick the crotch of my underwear while you beat off. Taste my pussy while you jerk your big fucking cock."

Miley could hear Charlie's grunting moans through her phone as he did what she told him to do, "Oh my god, Charlie, you nasty pervert. Are you going to cum? Huh baby? Are you going to cum all over yourself while you play with your girlfriend's panties?

"Y-yes," Charlie groaned.

"I can hear it Charlie, I can hear the slick sounds of your hand. You're really pumping that big monster of yours aren't you? You naughty boy. Cum for me. Shoot out all those fertile little spermies. Oh god baby, I wish I could see you... I love watching you cum."

"... so close..." Charlie moaned, trying to be quiet.

"I started my pills today, Charlie. Pretty soon you'll be able to fill me up with all your hot nasty cum. I can't wait for that. I can't wait to feel your love coat the inside of my cunt."

Charlie issued a stifled grunt as his orgasm came. He pumped his cock swiftly, the semen flying high into the air to land all over his hand, wrist and stomach.

"Oh baby," Miley whimpered. "Cum for me, that's it, shoot all that cum out just for me."

Charlie was breathing heavily after his orgasm.

Miley giggled quietly, "Did that feel good?"

"Miley, you're so amazing. I can't believe how hot you get me when you talk like that."

"Mm, you just bring out the best in me, I guess. We better get some sleep."

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. "See you in the morning?"

"Mm-hm, I can't wait."

"I love you, Miley."

"I love you too, Charlie."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 04



PART 1 - Prom-gate

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Peering into her locker mirror between classes, Miley tucked a curly tendril of her dark hair behind an ear and freshened her lip gloss. She saw Adrian approach in the reflection behind her.

"Hey Miley." Adrian said, leaning casually against the next door locker.

"Hey Adrian." Miley smiled. "What's up cutie?"

Adrian was the male version of Miley at school; popular and good looking. He was a star athlete and the baseball team's best pitcher. Most of the girls at school had a crush on him since he was cute, charming, well-dressed, and from a wealthy family. Miley had always liked Adrian, he was friendly and more humble than most of the other jocks, though she never felt any romantic chemistry.

"I was wondering if you had a date to the prom yet?" Adrian asked.

Miley blinked, "Prom? God, I forgot all about it. I've had so much on my mind lately, when is it again?"

"It's in four weeks, the first weekend of May." Adrian replied, "So no one's asked you?"

Miley shook her head. Charlie hadn't brought it up, though with everything they'd been going through it occurred to Miley that he forgot all about it too. " Uh, no..." Miley replied distractedly.

"Do you want to be my date? My dad has a brand new Corvette at one of his dealerships and he said I could take it for the night. I thought we could have a nice dinner and..."

"I'm sorry." Miley interrupted. "That's really sweet Adrian, but I'm dating Charlie now. I'm sure we're going to go together."

"Charlie White? I heard a rumor you were going out with him, but I thought it was just gossip."

"For once the rumors were true." Miley smiled, "But thanks anyways. I'd have totally taken you up on the offer otherwise."

"That's cool." Adrian smiled, "Charlie's a lucky guy."

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"Prom?" Charlie asked, his face twisting.

"Yeah, it's in four weeks." Miley said as the two ate lunch side by side, on one of the school's picnic tables. "I totally forgot about it until Adrian asked me to go with him this morning."

"Wait... Adrian Miller?"

Miley nodded, picking at some fruit with a plastic fork.

"Adrian Miller asked you to prom?" Charlie asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Miley grinned at him, "Yes. Don't worry sweetie, I turned him down. I told him I was going with my adorably cute boyfriend." She leaned aside and kissed Charlie's cheek.

"Prom..." Charlie repeated, considering.

"What's the matter?" Miley asked, sensing Charlie's hesitation. "Don't you want to go?"

"Not really?" Charlie answered.

"Charlie. It's our senior prom. You don't want to take me?"

"Miley, most of the kids at this school treat me like dirt. The last thing I want to do is go hang out with them at some stupid dance."

"It's not just a stupid dance, Charlie." Miley was growing irritated, "And it's not about everyone else. It's about me, and a hot dress, and a corsage, and dancing with my boyfriend."

"I don't even like dancing... couldn't we just go see a movie or something that night?"

"A movie!?" Miley exclaimed. "You want to skip prom and take me to a movie!?!"

"Miley, calm down, I just..."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Miley snapped, getting up from the table. "I can't believe you Charlie! It's our senior prom and you won't take me?"

"Miley, please, just sit..." Charlie started to urge.

"Just forget it!" Miley interrupted, angry. "If you won't take me to prom I'll just have to find someone who will!" With that she stalked off towards the school, leaving a shell-shocked Charlie alone with his lunch.

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"Trouble in paradise?" Stacy asked, trying to hide her smirk.

Miley was too busy staring daggers into Charlie's back to notice Stacy's expression anyways. The two sat together as lab partners in Biology, a class shared with Charlie who sat at a table closer to the front of the room.

"Charlie, my /ass/ of a boyfriend, doesn't want to take me to prom." Miley fumed.

Stacy had to bite her lips to keep from giggling.

Miley looked aside at her best friend. "What's so damn funny?"

"You and Charlie." Stacy replied, grinning. "There's always some new catastrophe with you two. First it was the 'I Love You Scandal', now it's 'Prom-gate'. You're like a tabloid couple. It's all sex and drama..."

"Well, Charlie's not going to be having sex anytime soon." Miley said, turning to bore some more holes into Charlie's back with her eyes. "I can promise you that."

Stacy stifled another giggle.

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"What's up with you and Miley?" Brian asked, glancing over his shoulder. "She's giving you the Vulcan Death Stare."

Charlie sighed, afraid to look. "She blew up at me because I don't want to go to prom." He tried to focus on their biology lab project instead of Miley.

"Why don't you want to go to prom?" Brian wondered.

"I... can't dance." Charlie whispered, not wanting anyone to overhear.

"So?" Brian retorted.

"So... I'll make a fool of myself!" Charlie hissed.

"Well, you better learn quick dude. Miley looks seriously pissed."

"I know... I know..." Charlie lamented, "She even threatened to go with someone else, can you believe that?"

"Dude, you have to put the kibosh on that." Brian warned.

Glancing at Brian, Charlie asked "What do you mean?"

"Prom is like the world's leading cause of virginity loss."

Charlie gave Brian a quizzical look, "What are you talking about?"

"Dude, think." Brian chided, "Girls get all crazy-horny for prom; something about the combination of dresses, flowers, and dancing puts the zap on their heads. If some other dude takes Miley to prom, you really think he won't try and have sex with your girlfriend?"

"Damn, you're totally right." Charlie said, suddenly looking very worried.

"I know I'm right, dude."

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Miley was so angry with Charlie that she refused to even talk to him. She blocked his texts, refused his calls, and ignored him at school. Miley couldn't believe that Charlie didn't want to take her to prom! She briefly considered making good on her threat to find someone else to go with, just to make Charlie jealous, but the truth was that Miley didn't want to go with anyone else.

So her cold war continued for the rest of the week. She and Charlie had their argument on Monday, and by Friday he still hadn't asked her to prom. Miley was starting to doubt that Charlie would ever give in. She missed him horribly, and what was worse, she was getting horny.

"I'm so fucking horny." Miley declared as she and Stacy had lunch together in the cafeteria. Miley looked Charlie's way, where he was sitting with Brian, and glared at him.

"Waaay too much information." Stacy replied, flipping through a magazine and doing her best to ignore Miley (who had been unbearably crabby all week). "But thank you for sharing."

"I can't believe Charlie." Miley continued to fume. "How can he not want to go to prom with me? He's such a jerk."

"Uh-huh." Stacy said blandly, turning a page.

Folding her arms across her chest and pouting, Miley asked "What are you doing tonight?"

"Oh, um..." Stacy searched for an excuse. "Nothing. I have a lot of homework to do, so I'll probably stay home."

"Well I need some sex. This is getting ridiculous."

"Lord take me now..." Stacy muttered.

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As Charlie was walking towards the bus home after school, he saw Miley waiting for him. She looked adorable in designer jeans, a baby doll tee, and her curly black tendrils were tied back in a pony tail. But she also looked extremely irritated. Charlie feared her wrath and considered walking home.

"There you are." Miley approached, spotting him before Charlie could escape.

"Hey sweetie..." Charlie started.

"Don't you 'sweetie' me." Miley snapped, grabbing Charlie's hand and dragging him towards the student parking lot. "Come on."

"What's up?" Charlie asked, following along, but he got no answer.

Miley led Charlie to her waiting BMW. They got in, and without a word Miley started to drive.

"Uh... where are we going?" Charlie finally asked.

"I'm not talking to you, Charlie." Miley scowled.

"Okay..." Charlie shut his mouth.

Once Miley turned into his neighborhood Charlie started to get curious what Miley was up to, as she was clearly driving towards his house. Sure enough, she pulled into his driveway and killed the engine. He looked at Miley curiously.

"Your room." was all Miley said, getting out of the car.

Charlie unlocked the house door and entered with Miley. He barely had time to drop his school bag when she grabbed him by the wrist and marched towards Charlie's bedroom. Once there, she started taking her clothes off.

"Uh, Miley? What's going on, can't you just talk to me?"

"Are you ready to ask me to prom?" Miley asked, wriggling her jeans off her hips.

Charlie furrowed his brow, "Not yet."

"Then I'm still mad at you, but I'm also horny. So take your clothes off. Don't think for a second that I'm letting you off the hook though!"

"You want to have sex??"

"It's not fair that I have to suffer too." Miley said, pulling her panties off next. "So I'm going to use your big cock for a little while and then you can get back to going to hell until you come to your senses."

"Miley, this is crazy... I'm not going to have sex with you when you're mad at me."

Miley lifted her tee shirt off and unclasped her bra, "No? Then I guess I'll just have to masturbate all by my lonesome on your bed, because I'm not leaving until I have a nice cum."

Charlie watched as Miley sat on his bed and laid back, facing him with her nude body. She played with her breasts, the small mounds of flesh barely filling her palms. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me?" she said seductively, pinching her own nipples.

"C'mon Miley, this is silly..."

Miley licked two of her fingers and moved them down between her legs, which were spread wide and displaying her bald pussy. "What's silly is my boyfriend not taking me to prom. What's silly is that I haven't gotten laid in a week because my boyfriend is being a butthead."

Charlie stared at Miley's perfect naked body, her petite and tan frame as arousing as ever. She was circling her two fingers around her clit, staring right back.

"Don't you want to be inside me, Charlie? Don't you want to shove that big cock of yours up into my hot cunt? I'm already wet... I bet you'd slip right into me..."

Charlie was having difficulty resisting. Miley's pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she masturbated, the juices of her arousal glistening on her ass cheeks.

"I know you want it." Miley cooed, "I can see you staring at my tight little box, thinking about how good it would feel. Is your cock getting hard? I bet after a week your balls are just full of your spermies, all of them dying to come shooting out..."

She was right, Charlie was rock hard, his penis bulging against his jeans. Miley made it even worse when she dipped her two fingers within her slit, then lifted them to her glossy lips.

"Mmm, I taste so good. Too bad I'm not licking my flavor off your monstrous fuck-stick, hm?"

He couldn't take it anymore. Charlie unfastened his pants and pushed them, along with his boxers, off his legs. His erect shaft popped free and dangled in the air, already hard and twitching with arousal. Stepping up to the side of the bed, Charlie took Miley's ankles and lifted them into the air.

Miley beamed with victory, "Fuck it into me, Charlie. Give me my cock, I need it... ohhhhh, yes. Fill me, fill me up Charlie..."

With a grunt Charlie was in, his length sliding into her wet slit easily. Miley's ankles fell over his shoulders, the backs of her thighs pressed against his torso. Both of them were heated with arousal and fueled by a week of abstinence, falling into an immediate rhythm of humping.

"Oh god, it's so fucking big..." Miley groaned, "I missed your cock so much Charlie, fuck me good... I need to cum so bad..."

Charlie reached down and grabbed two handfuls of Miley's breasts, his torso pushing her legs back against her. Honey poured from Miley's sex, her sticky arousal dripping out of her pussy and running down her ass. She was already cumming, moaning and quivering beneath Charlie as he pounded his hips and drove his cock into her depths.

"No deeper... Charlie, oh god... you're too deep... I can feel you in my womb... in my tummy... I'm cumming... Charlie... OH GOD!!!"

Charlie was gasping, trying to hold back his orgasm. Miley had only been on her birth control pills for about a week and he didn't know if they were safe yet, so he withdrew before he was past the point of no return. He stepped back, his cock twitching and pulsing in the air, hoping Miley would finish him off.

But as Miley slowly recovered, her writhing body relaxing, she just lay there for a few moments in the after-bliss of her orgasm.

"Miley..." Charlie pleaded.

She looked his way, "Poor thing, do you need to cum?"

Charlie nodded. "Miley, please..."

"I'm still mad at you, Charlie. You're going to have to finish yourself." Miley sat up, reaching for her panties "You can cum in these if you like?" she offered, dangling them from a finger.

Charlie frowned, but he needed release. He took himself into hand and started to stroke his cock, staring at Miley's naked form as she sat on his bed.

Miley giggled, "That's it, you naughty boy. Jerk your cock off, let's see it shoot. Make it spit up all those hot sticky sperms..." She stretched her panties out in both hands, holding them out for Charlie at waist level. "C'mon Charlie... be a dirty boy and cum in my nice panties."

Charlie grunted, aiming his cock towards Miley's little cotton briefs. After a few more strokes his orgasm came with a gasp. His erection expanded and heaved, working the semen up his shaft until it came shooting out in thick wads. "Oh fuck..." Charlie groaned.

Miley giggled, catching every drop into her panties. "Look at it all, Charlie, my god... too bad I'm so mad at you. It would have been nice to have your nice warm goo inside me..."

"Miley... I love you, can't we..." Charlie said, shoulders slumping after his release.

"Forget it Charlie." Miley frowned, folding up her sticky panties and leaving them on Charlie's bed. "I'm back to not talking to you." She got up and gathered the rest of her clothes, stalking out of his room.

PART 2 - Drama and Sex

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After leaving Charlie's, Miley tried to go home and do some studying. She sat in her room staring at her English book, and realized that nearly an hour had gone by and she hadn't even read one page. Her mind was fixed on Charlie. Her anger at him was mostly for show; she only wanted him to know how much prom meant to her. She couldn't figure out why he was being so stubborn and not asking her to prom, or why he didn't want to go in the first place. Sighing, Miley snapped the book closed. She contemplated how much her life had changed since Charlie entered it. (Studying on a Friday night... how nerdy.) Miley decided she needed to get out of the house. She needed to shop.

But not even the mall seemed to get Miley's mind off Charlie. Usually shopping cheered her up from any funk, but everywhere she looked she saw other couples holding hands and having fun together. It reminded Miley of the previous weekend, when her and Charlie were at the mall. She was so happy that day. Thinking about how much fun they had nearly caused Miley to give in. She considered driving to Charlie's and letting him off the hook for prom, just so they could go back to the way things were. But no... she couldn't give in. Not yet.

Maybe Stacy could help her get her mind off things, Miley thought, so she left the mall and drove towards her best friend's house. Rounding the corner onto Stacy's street, Miley saw a familiar looking car in the driveway. It looked like Olivia's car, Charlie's mom. But what would she be doing at Stacy's? Miley pulled over and parked across the street, shutting her lights off. But before she opened her car door to get out, Miley froze.

She saw Charlie coming out of Stacy's house, and Stacy was with him. They paused on the front step, chatted for a moment, then hugged.

"I'm going to kill him..." she muttered when Stacy kissed Charlie's cheek. Miley watched her boyfriend wave goodbye to her best friend, then walk to his car.

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Stacy opened her door after hearing a knock right after Charlie had left. "Did you forget someth... Miley? What are you doing here?"

"YOU BITCH!!!" Miley cursed.

"Miley!? What the fuck is wro..."

"I /thought/ I was coming to hang out with my best friend, but that was before I found out she was stealing my boyfriend!"

"Miley! I am not stealing your..." Stacy started.

"Don't lie to me!" Miley yelled, "I saw him. You two were all lovey-dovey. How long have you been sleeping with him, huh?!" Tears streamed from Miley's blue eyes, "How could you?!"

Stacy moved out to the front steps to face off against Miley, "You need to relax Miley; I am not sleeping with your boyfriend. Jesus! How could you even think that? You and I have been best friends since we were four years old!"

"Then what was he doing over here?!" Miley demanded, wiping tears from her cheek. "He hasn't been getting any from me so he comes over here to satisfy his needs now? Is that it?"

Stacy lifted a hand to her forehead, "Oh my god... you are unbelievable Miley." She sighed, "It was supposed to be a surprise..."

"What was, that you're fucking my man?" Miley scowled. "Surprise Miley! I'm a backstabbing bitch and fucking your boyfriend!"

"No Miley." Stacy replied calmly, drained from all the drama. "That I'm showing him how to dance."

Miley's face twisted up in confusion.

"For prom, you dummy." Stacy explained. "He's scared of embarrassing himself at prom, and Charlie asked me if I would help him learn how to dance. He's been coming over every night this week."

"Dancing...?" Miley said.

"Yes, and he's been learning fast. He did great tonight; he's ready to shake a leg. When he left I hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek... that's all. I was proud of him, what can I say?"

Miley propped her hands on her hips, still not sure if she believed Stacy. "If he wants to go to prom so bad then why hasn't he asked me?"

"He's planning on asking you tomorrow." Stacy replied. "He even bought you a dress."

Miley's eyebrows rose as she sniffled.

"You remember that red one you were looking at like two months ago, the one at the mall?"

"Yeah..." Miley recollected.

"I told him to get it. I told him your size and everything. He's picking it up in the morning and planning on bringing it over to your house and asking you to go to prom with him. He's been planning this all week."

"Oh my god..." Miley whispered, wiping more tears away and suddenly feeling very foolish.

"He felt so bad about upsetting you..." Stacy continued, "...that he wanted to do something really romantic to make it up to you. That's why he hasn't told you."

"Oh my god." Miley repeated, "Oh my god, Stacy, I'm so sorry..."

"Whatever." Stacy said. "I just can't wait for you two to start speaking again. You've been a crabby snot all week."

Miley giggled.

Stacy grinned.

"I can't believe I accused you of stealing my boyfriend." Miley said, lifting a hand to cover her smile. "I'm such a bitch!"

"Tell me about it." Stacy agreed. "I've got you all day at school, telling me how horny you are and how much of a jerk your boyfriend is... then I have Charlie here every night, whining about how much he misses you. This drama has to stop. I can't handle it, Miley.

Miley laughed. "Oh my fucking god... Stacy, I am /so/ sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Stacy held her arms out, "Of course sweetheart, anything for my best friend."

Miley hugged her, "You're the coolest best friend ever."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 04



"I know." Stacy hugged. "Now go make up with your boyfriend before the two of you kill me."

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Miley glanced outside from behind the living room drapes for the twentieth time, pacing back and forth. She had been waiting for Charlie all morning and was wondering what could possibly be taking him so long. After leaving Stacy's house the night previous, Miley had decided she didn't want to spoil Charlie's surprise, but it was hard not to call or go see him. She missed him so, and couldn't wait to see him.

"Miley..." her mother appeared, "Your father and I are going for lunch, then into the city for a concert this afternoon."

"STEP-father." Miley corrected, glancing out the window again.

"What has you in such a state? You've been dancing in front of that window all morning."

"Nothing mom, you and Brad go. Have fun."

"All right honey. We'll probably be home about eight, okay? I left you some money on the kitchen table if you want to get take-out or order a pizza or something."

"Thanks mom." Miley replied distractedly.

It was about thirty minutes after her parents left that Miley finally heard Charlie's car pull into the driveway. She was at the door even before he was, waiting for the doorbell to sound; she opened up as soon as it did.

"Hey." Charlie said, holding a long grey garment bag and a bundle of red roses.

"Hey." Miley said, trying to act like she hadn't been expecting him. Charlie looked so cute, she thought, as he was wearing some of the clothes they bought at the mall a week previous; a pair of khaki shorts with bulky cargo pockets and a nice polo which fit his slender frame nicely.

Charlie thought Miley looked incredible as well. It was hot outside, so she was dressed scantily in a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a bikini top. Her curly dark hair was pulled back off her face and wound into a lazy pony tail. She never failed to literally steal Charlie's breath whenever he looked at her.

"I wanted to ask you something..." Charlie started.

Miley was nearly bouncing in anticipation, trying to contain herself. "Okay..."

"Um, I want to take you to prom. I'm sorry I didn't agree right away, I was being a real butthead. I guess I'm not used to stuff like dances and school functions and I got nervous about not being able to dance and getting teased and... um. I got you these flowers, and a dress. Will you forgive me?"

"Oh Charlie!" Miley leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Charlie's neck and nearly bowling him over. She kissed the corner of his mouth and cheek a few times. "Of course I'll go to prom with you."

Charlie stood with arms wide trying not to drop the dress and flowers, grinning at Miley's reaction. "So... you forgive me?"

"Of course I do you big goof." Miley took the flowers. "Oh my god, they're so beautiful. Thank you sweetie. And you got me a dress?"

"Uh, yeah. Stacy helped me pick it out."

"I want to see it!" Miley bubbled excitedly, smelling the roses. "Let's bring it up to my room."

Miley stopped in the kitchen to find a vase for the roses, and once they were in her bedroom Charlie laid the garment bag on the bed and unzipped it, removing a beautiful red dress.

"Charlie, it's /gorgeous/." Miley beamed, holding it against her petite frame. "I love it!"

"Stacy said you'd like it."

"I do. We're going to be the hottest couple at prom. I can't wait to see you in a tuxedo, I bet you'll look totally yummy."

Charlie watched as Miley modeled herself in the mirror, the dress held in front of her. Her butt looked amazing in cutoffs, as they were short enough to reveal a hint of ass cheek. "I really missed you, Miley."

Miley spun to face him, "I missed you too baby. Sorry I was such a bitch to you yesterday."

"I probably deserved it."

Miley shook her head, "No, you're the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. I know I can be a handful, Charlie. Thanks for putting up with me and being such a sweetheart." Miley hung the dress up. "I'd be a mess without you."

"You would?"

Miley nodded, "Of course I would. I love you, and this week was miserable for me. I think I almost drove Stacy insane. I'm a wreck without you, Charlie."

Chuckling, Charlie said "I think Brian was going a little nuts too."

Biting her lower lip cutely, Miley asked "Do you want me to make it up to you?"

"Are your parents home?" Charlie asked.

Miley shook her head, "They'll be in the city all day."

"I really missed you..." Charlie said.

Miley moved for the button on Charlie's shorts, "I know, I missed you too. Let me take care of you?"

Charlie nodded, "You look so hot..."

Miley smiled, kneeling as she pulled Charlie's shorts and boxers down his legs. "I love it when you tell me how sexy I am." She unhooked her bikini, letting it fall to the floor and exposing her small pink-capped breasts.

"You are, Miley. You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen..."

"You're sexy too, Charlie. And don't ever let anyone tell you different." She took his penis into her hand, "And you have a world-class cock." She ran her grip along Charlie's length. "Think I can take it all?"

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked, watching her.

"In my mouth, baby. I want to give you a really good blowjob. I think I can manage all of you, but you're so big..." Miley lifted his penis to her mouth, suckling on the head and letting him grow erect.

"Oh god, Miley..."

Her blue eyes gazed up at Charlie as Miley let some saliva run out of her mouth and onto his dick, letting it drip down his length. She spread the slickness around with her hand. "I'm going to make you feel good baby, to make up for being such a crabby bitch. I'll take care of you like a girlfriend is supposed take care of her man."

Opening her glossy lips, Miley started to feed Charlie's cock to herself. The edges of her mouth stretched around his shaft as she slowly inched her way over more and more. Charlie felt his tip bump against the back of her mouth, but Miley didn't stop there. She adjusted her head and started pushing him down her throat.

"Oh... oh shit." Charlie said, eyes glued to Miley as she continued to swallow more.

Choking, Miley had to pause and relax her gag reflex, holding the base of Charlie's erection in her hand tightly. He could feel the muscles of her throat working all around his shaft; Charlie had never felt anything quite so amazing.

Needing some air, Miley had to spit him out. She gasped, a long strand of her spit hanging between the head of Charlie's penis and her lower lip. "God, you're so fucking big..."

"Miley, you don't have to..."

Shaking her head, Miley insisted "I want to. I want to try and swallow you all. Your cock is magnificent Charlie, and I need to know if I can take the whole thing."

"Why?" Charlie wondered, "I-I mean, don't get me wrong, that feels /incredible/, but..."

"I have to know if I am woman enough to handle your cock, Charlie." she explained, still grasping the base of his shaft. "I need to know..."

Before Charlie could respond to that, Miley gave it another try. Once again, she gagged as Charlie's length started to inch down her throat, and had to pause. Her eyes closed and she willed her throat to relax, and then continued.

Miley had eight of his ten inches down and Charlie was sure she'd hit a wall, but Miley was not to be stopped. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head pushed forward until his cock was in her to the base. Miley took his entire cock down her throat, his pubic hairs tickling her nose. It was not without difficulty, and Miley continually made choking sounds and spit drooled out from between her lips.

Charlie was in ecstasy as her throat muscles created spasms around his sensitive length. His hands found the back of Miley's head and Charlie fucked himself into her face, moaning with undeniable arousal. Miley was literally choking on Charlie's cock as his thickness filled her entire throat canal. She let him fuck it up and down her throat a few times but then Miley had to pull herself away, coughing and gasping for air.

"Holy shit, Miley that was so fucking hot... I've never seen a girl do that."

Miley coughed, swallowed, and then looked up at Charlie with a smile. "I did it." she said proudly.

"You sure did, damn that felt good."

"I want to be your woman, Charlie..."

"You are, Miley, of course you are..." Charlie assured her.

Miley wiped a wrist across her lips, cleaning them of hanging saliva. "Promise me? Promise me you'll never stick your cock into anyone else? I want to be your sheathe, baby. I want to be the only girl who ever services your monster dick."

"Jesus, Miley, you turn me on so much when you talk like that. I swear... I promise."

Having recovered her breath, Miley reached for Charlie's penis. "You're all throbby." she commented, caressing his hard-as-steel erection. "Let me make you cum."

"I should have asked you to prom days ago..."

Miley grinned and started to jack Charlie off with one hand. "I want you to cum on my face, baby. Cum on me like they do in those internet porn videos. Do you want to do that?"

"Y-yeah..."

"I want to feel your hot icky stuff decorating my face." Miley begged, stroking rapidly. She squeezed his taut balls with her other hand, coaxing them to give up their seed. "Give me a big load baby, just like those pretty porn-star girls."

"Oh fuck, Miley, I'm so close... jerk me off... make me cum..."

"Oh baby." Miley whimpered, throwing her head back as she masturbated him. Her hand pumped his cock, "Shoot your little spermies on me... give me your cum..." she opened her mouth wantonly.

"Uhn!" Charlie grunted, the first rope of cum hurling from the tip of his cock. It landed across Miley's face, from her forehead to her chin, some of it falling between her lips. Another shot of semen landed in Miley's dark curly hair, while a third stretched across her cheek and temple. A final, weaker, dollop dribbled out onto Miley's lower lip and chin.

Miley pulled the head of Charlie's cock between her lips, sucking out the end of his orgasm into her mouth, then used his penis to rub against her face, swirling his mess around her skin.

"Jeezus, Miley... god damn baby..." Charlie breathed.

Miley spit his semen out, letting it hang off her lower lip and chin to fall to her tits. "Mmm, you always have so much gooey stuff. You taste so good." Miley circled her tongue around her lips, gathering more cum into her mouth. This she pushed out too, until the sticky strands of Charlie's spunk literally hung off her face in the form of long strands.

So engrossed were Miley and Charlie in their naughty activities that they did not hear when her parents had returned early. When Miley's mother opened the bedroom door, a look of absolute horror stained her face. "MILEY!?!" she shrieked.

There was her daughter, on her knees and holding Charlie's turgid cock in her hand. Semen decorated her hair and face; it hung off her lips, chin, and exposed breasts. Both Miley and Charlie turned in complete surprise.

"Oh my god..." Miley murmured.

(to be continued)



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 05



PART 1 - Aftermath

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"It was awful Stace, oh my god..." Miley said into her cell phone as she lay in her bedroom talking to her best friend.

"What exactly did your mom see?" came Stacy's question.

"She saw me on my knees, holding Charlie's big 'thing'."

"Oh my god... she didn't!" Stacy said.

"It gets worse. I had his 'stuff' all over my face and we were both half naked."

Stacy tried not to giggle but had little success.

"It's not funny!" Miley said, "My mother /freaked/. Brad practically chased poor Charlie out of the house."

"Didn't you know they were home?" Stacy wondered.

"No." Miley replied. "They were supposed to be going to a concert in the city after lunch, but Brad forgot the tickets so they came back home to get them."

"Unbelievable." Stacy said. "Have you talked to Charlie yet?"

"No. But I guess my mom called his mom. God, it's so embarrassing."

"What's going to happen?"

Miley sighed, "Mom and Brad are downstairs discussing 'my future' right now. I have no idea."

"Let me know if you need anything?" Stacy offered.

"I will, thanks Stace. I'll call you tomorrow."

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John White knocked on his son's bedroom door, "Charlie, can I come in?"

"Sure dad." Charlie called.

John found Charlie laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Your mother just got off the phone with Mrs. Ryan."

Charlie nodded but said nothing. Mrs. Ryan was Miley's mother. She and Miley had different last names because when Miley's mom remarried Miley kept her real father's last name. Charlie had hoped his parents wouldn't find out about Miley's parents catching them having sex, but he overheard his mom talking to Miley's mom and had been waiting for one of his parents to come knocking.

"Son..." John sighed. "I didn't come up here to lecture you."

Charlie glanced over at his dad, surprised.

"You're eighteen years old. You're a man now. But... well, you need to be more responsible. I understand that you and Miley are in a sexual relationship, and as far as I'm concerned that's perfectly acceptable, but doing so under her parent's roof is disrespectful to them. The same way it would be to your mother and I if the situation were reversed."

"I know dad, I'm sorry." Charlie said, truly apologetic.

John nodded, "Mrs. Ryan was pretty upset. Understandably so. She doesn't want you to see Miley anymore."

"But dad...!" Charlie sat up.

Lifting his hands, John tried to calm Charlie, "I know, I know. Your mother and I really like Miley, and we're not going to tell you who you can or can't spend time with, but you need to avoid going over to Miley's house, okay?"

"Okay..." Charlie said, flopping back down on his bed.

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"You're grounded." Miley's mother said. "And you're not to see that Charlie boy ever again."

"What? You can't do that!" Miley exclaimed. "I'm eighteen years old, you can't ground me, and you can't keep me from seeing Charlie. I love him!"

"I can too ground you, young lady, as long as you're living under this roof you live by my rules."

"Fine!" Miley nearly spat. She stalked to her closet.

"Miley, what are you doing...?"

"I'm getting out of this house!" Miley yelled, grabbing a bag.

"Miley..." her mother warned, "If you leave this house your father and I will cut you off..."

"STEP-father." Miley scowled, stuffing clothes into her bag. "And I don't care. I'll go live with dad if I have to. You and Brad can both go to hell!"

"Millicent Andrews! You are /the/ most stubborn girl..."

"Stuff it mom!" Miley snapped, grabbing another bag along with more clothes. "Charlie and I love each other, and if my choice is between you and Brad, or him, I'm choosing him." She grabbed the garment bag containing the prom dress Charlie bought her.

"Miley..." her mother urged, "You're just upset... Miley!"

Hoisting the bags, Miley stalked for her bedroom door.

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"What are we going to do John?" Olivia asked.

"Nothing. Charlie's eighteen years old now. He needs to learn from his own mistakes. He feels bad enough, he doesn't need us piling on.."

"But John... can you imagine if we had seen what Mrs. Ryan saw earlier today?"

John smirked.

"It's not funny!" Olivia swatted her husband. "How is Charlie, by the way?"

"He's depressed. I think he's worried about Miley. He's a good kid honey, him and Miley both. They just need to learn to be a bit more responsible about their sex life."

Olivia let out a worried laugh, "Our son has a sex life." She took a deep breath.

"He's eighteen years old." John reminded his wife, "He's not a child anymore. Remember when we were his age?"

"I know." Olivia said, "I just..." she was interrupted by the doorbell. "I'll get it. Let's hope its not another angry parent...."

John chuckled.

Olivia opened the door, surprised to see "Miley...?"

"Hi Mrs. White." Miley said, tears decorating her cheeks . "Um... I didn't know where else to go... again."

"Oh honey... it's okay Miley, come in... come in."

"Miley?" Charlie said, entering the living room after hearing the doorbell.

"Charlie!" Miley exclaimed when she saw him.

The two practically ran into each other's arms, Miley clasping him tightly and nuzzling her face into his chest as Charlie wrapped her in his grasp. Neither of Charlie's parents could deny that it was a touching scene; Olivia in particular took note of how much the two obviously cared for one another.

"They said I couldn't see you anymore..." Miley said, sniffling against Charlie. "When I left my mother told me not to come back and that I was cut off and..."

"It's okay, Miley." Charlie assured, looking over Miley's shoulder to his mother for support.

"You can stay here, Miley." Olivia said.

"She can?" John chimed in.

Olivia elbowed her husband.

"I mean..." John corrected himself. "She can. You can stay as long as you need, Miley."

"Really?" Miley turned, looking to Charlie's parents.

"Of course you can, dear." Olivia smiled, "I'll go get the guest room ready."

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After tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, Charlie finally rolled over and glanced at his alarm clock/radio and saw that it was after 1am. He sighed, frustrated by his inability to sleep; Charlie simply had too much on his mind. He thought about Miley and wondered if she was lying awake in the guest bedroom next door.

He didn't wonder for long.

"Charlie, are you awake?" came a whisper from the bedroom doorway.

"Miley?" Charlie whispered back.

Padding in silently, Miley pushed the door closed as quietly as possible. Charlie sat up in his bed and watched in the dark as she removed her pajamas, and then lifted his blanket so Miley could crawl in beside him.

Miley wrapped her arms around Charlie's torso as he lay back down, resting her head against his smooth chest. "I couldn't sleep." she whispered.

"Me either." Charlie replied, curling an arm around Miley. "Are you scared?"

"No." Miley answered, "I know that as long as I have you everything will be ok."

Charlie squeezed her, kissing Miley's forehead.

"Charlie?" Miley asked.

"Yeah?"

"Will you make love to me?"

"Right now?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded against his chest. "I want you inside me. I want to forget about everything except you, at least for a little while. Make me feel good, Charlie?"

Remembering what his father told him about sexual responsibility, Charlie hesitated. But only for a moment. He wasn't very skilled at refusing Miley anything. "Okay."

Turning over, Miley curled and squirmed as she reached under the covers to remove her panties. Charlie did the same with his pajama bottoms. Once situated, Miley lay on her side and pressed her bare backside against Charlie, urging him to spoon her.

Charlie turned to his side as well, slipping an arm around Miley's petite frame and pressing his penis against the slit of her ass. "We have to be quiet..."

Miley nodded, twisting her head back to kiss him. They embraced this way for several long minutes, kissing and touching. Miley wiggled her bottom against Charlie's ever-expanding length, waiting for him to become erect enough to perform.

Bending a leg upwards, Miley licked a pair of her fingers and used them to help lubricate her sex. "Go easy okay baby?" she whispered. "I don't think I can take your whole thing in this position."

Like a fly against a window, Charlie poked the head of his cock between her legs several times looking for Miley's entrance. She giggled quietly and reached down to help him aim, inhaling a sharp breath when she felt his girth penetrate and stretch her vaginal opening.

Charlie grabbed Miley behind the knee of her bent leg and lifted it into the air for her, pushing his cock in as far as he dared. "You feel so incredible." he whispered into her ear.

Miley reached behind herself, her hand going to the back of Charlie's head. She pulled his lips towards her neck, encouraging him to kiss her there. "You too baby... you make me feel so nice... don't pull out, okay Charlie? Don't pull out when you cum..."

"Are you sure?" Charlie muttered, slowly working his hips back and forth.

"My birth-control pills should be working." Miley murmured, her voice smoky with arousal. "You won't make me pregnant."

Charlie continued to hold Miley's leg up, her slender ankle dangling in the air, giving him better access. He was able to fuck about three-quarters of his length in and out of her, his shaft glistening with her natural lubrication.

"I can't live without this Charlie..." Miley whispered hotly, "I don't ever want to be separated from you. I need your heat inside me. I need your love to fill me up."

"I need you too." Charlie whispered, kissing Miley's neck and shoulder as he humped against her. "Your pussy feels so good..."

"I know baby. You like sticking your big throbby thing into my tight pussy don't you..."

"Yes... fuck yes..."

"I can't wait for you to cum." Miley mewed softly, "I want to feel your love gush into me. I want your warm seeds to be in me, to swim into my womb and try to fertilize me... that's what you want isn't it Charlie? To fuck your stuff into my womanhood and mark me with your child...?"

"Oh Miley... that's so hot..."

Charlie was humping against Miley swiftly, fueled by her dirty talk. He rutted into her, the noises of their union making wet slippery sounds that filled his bedroom.

Reaching back, Miley grabbed a handful of Charlie's ass and encouraged him to fuck her deeper. "Mark me Charlie... fill me with your cum and mark me as your territory..."

Charlie humped himself against Miley's ass with firm thrusts of his hips. "I've wanted to cum inside you for so long." he whispered with a heavy breath, "To know what that feels like..."

Miley began to quiver, the beginnings of an orgasm, "Me too. Oh god Charlie... you feel so good baby... make me your woman... claim my womb...oh god..."

Charlie pushed his cock into her deeply and held it there, stifling his grunts into her shoulder as best he could. His hips bucked against Miley's ass as his convulsing erection pushed their fluids into the depths of Miley's sex. It was an amazing feeling to Charlie, spilling his orgasm into Miley, an indescribable sensation of pleasure and power.

Covering her mouth for fear of making too much noise, Miley shook with the power of her orgasm as she felt Charlie's semen suddenly flood her insides. He was deep, really deep, and Miley had never felt anything like the warm wetness that coated the depths of her insides.

When it was finally over, both of them slumped against one another, wriggling and cuddling their naked bodies into a tangle.

Miley twisted her neck to kiss Charlie, "You're stuff is deep inside me. You're a part of me now, lover."

Charlie held her tight against his body, returning the kiss passionately.

"Don't leave me..." Miley murmured against Charlie's lips, "Stay inside me."

He did, letting his erection soften inside Miley's vagina. They lay that way, spooned and joined, until they fell asleep.

PART 2 - Growing Up is Hard to Do

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Miley padded down the hallway in her bare feet, still wearing pajamas but lured by the scent of coffee. Her cheeks were flush with thoughts of Charlie's lovemaking only hours earlier and her dark curls were tousled and tangled from sleeping with him. Miley smiled softly to herself; it had been nice to sleep in Charlie's arms all night. That was something she could get used to.

"Good morning Miley." Olivia smiled, dressed in a robe and sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the Sunday paper. "There's some caffeinated on the counter if you want some."

"Thanks Mrs. White." Miley said, moving to fetch a mug.

"Please honey, I wish you'd call me Olivia." Setting her newspaper down, Olivia commented "You're up early; did you have any trouble sleeping?"

"I did at first." Miley replied, pouring herself some coffee. "But then I slept like a rock."

"Was that before or after you snuck into my son's room?"

Miley turned, redness filling her cheeks. "Oh my god... Olivia, I'm so sorry..." Miley covered her mouth, then explained "I couldn't sleep. I just wanted Charlie to hold me, you know?"

"Have a seat Miley, we should talk." Olivia said firmly, but without anger.

Biting her lower lip, Miley nodded. She placed her coffee on the table and sat, clasping herself by the elbows against the morning chill.

"Charlie adores you." Olivia said, "I'm pretty sure he'd follow you to the ends of the Earth if you asked him to."

Miley made a fond smile, not arguing.

"It was the same with John and me when we were your age." Olivia continued. "He'd do anything for me, and still would. It's a comforting feeling, knowing that your boyfriend or husband is there to support you and protect you. But you can't abuse that, or take advantage of it, otherwise you'll lose it. And sometimes men are not rational in their instincts to protect us or make us happy; they need someone to keep /them/ out of trouble. Do you understand?"

Miley lifted her mug of coffee, blowing steam from its surface. "Yes." she nodded. "I totally get it."

"My son has changed since you entered his life, Miley. He behaves more maturely, he takes pride in his appearance (always a struggle with men), he's more confident about himself, and most importantly he's happy. I've never seen him so happy."

Miley smiled brightly.

"You've been a wonderful influence on Charlie. I hope that you will consider that more often while you're staying with us."

"I will." Miley assured Olivia, "I promise."

Olivia smiled fondly, "You're quite the young lady, Miley. Charlie is lucky to have you."

"Thanks." Miley beamed, "For everything."

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As Miley stood in front of the bathroom mirror running a brush through her wet curls, she saw Charlie enter behind her.

"How was your shower?" he asked.

"Fine." Miley smiled, thinking his slender bod looked cute when he was only wearing boxers.

"I wish we could have showered together." Charlie said, slipping his arms around Miley and the towel that was wrapped around her.

"Charlie...!"

Charlie kissed Miley's neck, "Last night was really great." he murmured, hands cupping her breasts over the cinched towel.

Miley grinned at him, "Charlie, we have to behave..."

In response, Charlie nibbled on her earlobe.

"Charlie!" Miley hissed quietly, "Your parents..."

"Just a quickie?" Charlie suggested.

"Sweetie, have you already forgotten yesterday? My mother walking in on us?"

"I know..." Charlie lamented. "You're right."

"Let's go to the lake today." Miley suggested, "It's Sunday; we don't have to think about school, or parents, or anything else... just the two of us?"

Charlie smiled, "That sounds great."

"Then I suggest you get out of here and let me finish brushing my hair, mister."

"Yes ma'am." Charlie replied, kissing her cheek.

Miley let him get to the bathroom door before stopping him, "Charlie?"

Charlie turned, looking back to Miley's reflection in the mirror.

"I love you baby." Miley told him, thinking about Olivia's words earlier that morning. "You're my man, and I'll always be there to take care of you."

"Take care of me?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded, biting her lower lip as she smiled. "Wear those leather sandals we got you? Those will be perfect for the beach."

"Okay." Charlie grinned, then vanished.

Miley looked back to herself in the mirror. She no longer saw a teenaged high school student in the reflection. Instead, she saw a young woman responsible for her man. She loved Charlie, she could feel it in her heart. Thoughts of spending the rest of her life with him entered Miley's thoughts for the first time.

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Lake Jackson was a half hour's drive from Charlie's house, a large body of water situated on the northwest outskirts of Tallahassee. Miley let Charlie drive her BMW and he parked at one of the public beaches.

Charlie glanced aside at Miley in the car as he turned the key off. She looked so adorable, dressed in a pair of 'Daisy Dukes' and a pink bikini top that clung to her small breasts. Her curly black tendrils were tied back under a big floppy hat and she wore a pair of big movie-star sunglasses. "This was a really great idea." he smiled.

Miley smiled back, thinking Charlie looked equally as yummy. He had a pair of baggy swim trunks and a white tee shirt on, and he looked so cute in his baseball cap. "Pop the trunk."

Fetching a basket containing towels and lunch, the young couple walked hand in hand towards the sandy beach. It was a beautiful day and there were quite a few people already enjoying the sand and water, including one person Charlie recognized all too well.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me..." Charlie said as he and Miley walked across the sand.

"Well... if it isn't White and his dork-loving girlfriend." Brock said, the muscle-bound linebacker approaching from a group of other kids Charlie and Miley recognized from school. "You still going out with this loser, Miley?"

"He's not a loser, Brock. He's twice the man you are." Miley frowned, then added, "Actually, he's three times the man if what Darla told me is true about you're little boy-pecker."

Brock scowled, "Darla doesn't know what she's talking about. Ever heard of shrinkage?"

"Get lost Brock." Charlie dared, "We're not interested in an intellectual conversation today."

"What'd you say, White?" Brock approached threateningly.

"You heard me." Charlie replied.

"I should kick your ass dork!" Brock threw his arms forward, pushing Charlie backwards until he landed on his back in the sand.

"Leave him alone!" Miley yelled, trying to push Brock away.

But Brock was too big and strong; with one heave of his arm he shoved Miley aside. She fell backwards as well, landing hard in the sand and crying out with a yelp.

When Charlie saw Miley go down, rage filled his eyes. Adrenaline started pumping through his veins, an adrenaline that lent him strength. He pushed himself up and rushed towards Brock, hand balled into a fist. Charlie hit the bully square in the face, bloodying Brocks nose instantly. Charlie hit him again, across the side of Brock's cheek, knocking the linebacker down.

Adrenaline can lend a person an almost unnatural strength in times of stress, and Charlie was filled with both as he knelt over the fallen Brock and hit him again. "Leave us alone you son of a bitch!!!"

"Charlie!" Miley screamed, getting up. She scrambled to take hold of Charlie and pull him off Brock.

"Stay away from us!!!" Charlie yelled, swinging again and grazing Brock's chin as Miley pulled him back, her arms around Charlie's shoulders.

Brock lay dazed in the sand, face bloody. His friends watched the scene, but none of them intervened; none of them wanted anything to do with crazed Charlie.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 05



"Charlie! Stop!" Miley begged as Charlie struggled to get back at Brock. "Baby, please...please! It's over...come on Charlie..."

Charlie relented but still looked ready to explode. Miley hastily picked up their fallen basket and took Charlie's hand to lead him to the other end of the beach. "Come on baby... it's okay. It's over."

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Charlie was still shaking from the adrenaline after Miley sat him down in a secluded area on the far end of the beach. She had laid a pair of beach towels down in the sand on the other side of some large rocks where they would have some privacy from the other beachgoers.

Miley had Charlie's hand in her lap, dabbing his bloody knuckles with a paper towel from their lunch basket; Charlie had hit Brock so hard he had split two of them open. "Are you okay?"

Charlie nodded wordlessly.

"Charlie that was /amazing/."

He glanced aside at Miley.

"The way you hit him? Oh my god. Brock is like, twice your size, and you totally kicked the shit out of him."

"It all happened so fast..." Charlie muttered. "I didn't even realize what I was doing."

Miley lifted Charlie's hand, placing her lips near his knuckles in a gentle kiss.

"You're okay, right?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded. "I'm fine baby. I'm so horny..."

That took Charlie by complete surprise, "What?!"

"Oh my god, they way you protected me..." Miley licked her lips, "I'm so turned on."

"Seriously?" Charlie laughed, his adrenaline rush passing.

"I know, right?" Miley giggled. "It's like a bad romance comic, but I can't help it. God Charlie, that was so sexy the way you fought for me." She tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Masturbate me?"

"What... here?" Charlie looked about.

Miley nodded, "No one is around. Touch me? Please Charlie? I need your hands on my body... my pussy itches." She crawled over and spun into Charlie's lap, sitting between his legs with her back to his chest.

"Miley...!"

She took Charlie's hand and laid it on her flat tanned tummy, then undid the snap of her shorts.

"Damn Miley..." Charlie said, sliding his hand under her shorts and bikini bottoms.

"I know, I'm terrible." Miley giggled, "I'm a horny little slut."

Charlie cupped his hand over Miley's damp vagina, poking at her slit with his middle finger. "You're already so wet..."

Miley wriggled back against him, "I know, that's what you do to me baby. You make me so wet. Mmm, that's it Charlie, fuck your fingers into me..."

Kissing her neck, Charlie probed his finger into Miley's sex. The inner curl of his digit was rubbing against her clitoris and Miley spread her legs against Charlie's.

"Oh god, that feels so good..." Miley lifted Charlie's other hand to one of her breasts, encouraging him to fondle it. "Touch me... touch my body..."

Charlie slipped his hand under Miley's pink bikini top; her small tit filled his palm and he groped it with repeated squeezes.

"Stick more of your fingers into me." Miley begged, "My pussy is used to your big cock... I need more..."

Charlie slipped another finger into her, the entrance made easy by her wet arousal. He fucked her with both middle fingers, spreading her labia with pointer and pinky.

Miley laid her head back against Charlie's shoulder, turning into his cheek. "You're so good to me, Charlie... that feels so fucking good. Fuck me with your fingers... I love having your hands all over my body..."

"You're soaked, Miley..." Charlie murmured, "Your pussy is dripping."

Miley nodded, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes, "That's my pussy telling you how good you feel baby..." She whimpered. "You're going to make me cum..."

Charlie started working his fingers faster, fucking them in to the second knuckle. The motion stimulated Miley's enflamed button, driving her wild.

"Uhn... uhn... squeeze my titty... fuck me... oh god baby... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum all over your hand... Hold me, Charlie. Hold me tight..."

Charlie wrapped his arm around Miley, holding her back tightly against him. She started to whimper and squirm, her legs stretching out and kicking into the sand as her orgasm overcame her. Charlie's hand grew soaked from her leaking honey.

"Don't stop!" Miley gasped, "Rub my clit... oh god... oh fuck...!"

"I've got you Miley." Charlie whispered into her ear, continuing to masturbate her and hold her quivering body tightly.

Miley clutched Charlie's swim trunks at his thighs, her fists tight with pleasure. She started bucking against his hand, legs curling and kicking her feet into the sand. Gasping squeals escaped her throat.

Charlie held tight until Miley's body finally relaxed in his lap. She made soft whimpers and slumped back against him, nuzzling her turned head into his neck. "I love you Charlie..."

PART 3 - Living Together

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After returning from the lake the two young lovers cleaned up and joined Charlie's parents for dinner, then settled into the living room to watch television. Charlie watched Miley as she applied lotion to the smooth and tanned skin of her arms. She looked as sexy as he'd ever seen her, wearing a pair of his boxers and a clingy spaghetti-string top that bared her midriff.

"God, I don't want to go to school tomorrow..." Miley was complaining. "At least I don't have to drive over here to give you a ride. We can go together."

"You think your parents will let you keep the car?" Charlie asked.

Miley squirted some more lotion into her palm, "It's in my name, so there's not much they can do. I'm sure Brad has cancelled my credit cards though."

"That sucks. I should probably start looking for a part time job."

"Me too." Miley agreed, rubbing the lotion into one of her slender legs. "Though I have no idea what I could do. What do you think?"

Charlie considered, "You'd probably make a good phone sex operator?"

"Charlie!" Miley giggled, elbowing him.

Charlie laughed, "What? You would."

"I only talk dirty for you, sweetie." Miley said, switching to her other leg.

Charlie couldn't take his eyes off Miley. "It's really great having you here."

Miley smiled aside at him, "Yeah, but I shouldn't stay too long. I mean, your parents said I could stay but I hate to take advantage of them."

"Where else would you go?"

"I could always go live with my dad in Tampa."

"But that's like four or five hours away." Charlie looked concerned.

"I know, and it would mean finishing senior year at another school. I really don't want to, but..."

"Miley... we can't break up." Charlie murmured.

Squinting at Charlie, Miley assured him "We wouldn't! Sweetie... I'm not going to break up with you no matter what happens."

Charlie shook his head. "I mean, we can't split up. I don't want to be that far apart... we have to be together Miley. No matter what."

"But Charlie... we might not have much choice."

"I love you Miley." Charlie said. "If you go to Tampa I'm going with you. I don't care if I have to quit school and get a job and an apartment or something... I'm not going to let us be apart."

Miley stared at him, "You're serious..."

"Of course I am, nothing is more important to me than you."

"Oh my god..." Miley gave Charlie a warm regard. "Charlie you're so amazing. But you can't quit school, okay? I mean, in less than a year we'll be at college and all of this will be behind us."

"We're gonna go to the same school, right?" Charlie asked.

Miley laughed, "Of course. Like I could be away from you for four years... there's no way."

"I wish you'd stay..."

Miley leaned over and kissed Charlie's cheek. "I'm going to go talk to my parents after school tomorrow. Who knows, maybe we can work things out. If not, I need to pick up more of my stuff anyways."

"You want me to go with?" Charlie offered.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..." Miley chuckled.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Miley slid over and leaned into Charlie, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Thanks for offering though." She smiled as he put his arm around her shoulders. "But if things go bad do you think you could do to my step-dad what you did to Brock?"

Charlie laughed.

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Olivia peeked into the living room from the kitchen, watching her son and Miley cuddle and laugh.

"Spying?" John asked, sitting at the kitchen table and reading the paper.

"No...!" Olivia smirked at her husband. "Just watching. They're so cute together."

"Yeah" John agreed distractedly, lifting a sip of coffee.

"John... they love each other. I can tell."

"They're eighteen, honey. They'll probably break up in a matter of weeks."

"I don't think so." Olivia said, joining her husband at the table. "There's something special between them. Some kind of bond. I can sense it."

John glanced at Olivia, having learned long ago to trust his wife's intuition.

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After waking up the following morning, Charlie wandered sleepily towards the kitchen, wearing only his loose boxers, for a glass of juice. He glanced out the window and only saw Miley's car; his parents had already left for work. He swallowed down his juice and returned down the hallways towards the spare bedroom, which was his brother's old room.

"Miley?" Charlie called. "Are you up yet?"

"In here baby." he heard Miley call back from the nearby bathroom.

Without thinking, Charlie entered the bathroom and found Miley on the toilet. "Woops! Sorry..."

Miley giggled at him, "It's okay. Nothing you haven't seen before, big guy."

Charlie couldn't help but stare. Miley was wearing one of his old 'Star Wars' tee shirts and nothing else; she was bare from the hips down and her slender legs looked amazing. Her dark curls were a tangle, and Miley wasn't wearing any make-up, but she was still the most beautiful thing Charlie could imagine.

Cleaning herself up with a wad of toilet paper, Miley grinned at Charlie and said "What, never seen a girl go pee?"

Charlie blushed. "No, actually."

"Pervert." Miley teased.

"Sorry... you just look so damn sexy in the morning."

Miley smiled. "You too. Nice boxers, slim."

Approaching the toilet, Charlie knelt down onto the tile floor, smoothing his hands over Miley's tanned thighs. "That tee shirt has never looked so good." he commented.

"Charlie... we have to behave. Your parents..."

"... have already left for work." Charlie finished for her, moving a hand between Miley's legs.

"Charlie..." Miley whispered again, but she found herself spreading her legs for him.

Charlie cupped his hand over Miley's sex, rubbing his thumb over the area of her clitoris. "Do you want me to masturbate you, like yesterday at the beach?"

"Of course I do." Miley said, her voice husky with sudden arousal. "But I have to get ready... we have school..."

Charlie pushed a finger into her slit.

"Oh Charlie... we'll be late..." Miley tried to sound reluctant, but it was clear what she wanted.

"I want to eat your pussy." Charlie whispered.

"Oh Jesus. Fuck school." Miley slid forward on the toilet seat and spread her legs obscenely.

Charlie curled his hands around the sides of Miley's thighs and dipped his head, lapping his tongue between her labia. He could taste a hint of her tangy urine, but Charlie didn't care, and the flavor quickly mingled with the honey of Miley's arousal.

"Oh god this is dirty..." Miley said, grabbing a handful of Charlie's messy brown hair and pulling his face between her legs. "You're so dirty, eating my pussy right on the toilet... oh god... lick me, lick me deeper Charlie... fuck my cunt with your tongue."

Charlie had his face buried into Miley's vagina, slurping messily and sucking on her clitoris.

Miley looked down at him and let go of Charlie's head to clutch at her own breasts through the tee shirt she was wearing. "You dirty boy." she cooed, "Sticking your tongue into my cunt like that. Are you getting hard, baby? Hmm? Does tasting my pussy make your cock all throbby?"

Charlie made muffled noises against Miley's pussy as he licked between her labia.

"I bet you want to stick it in me don't you?" Miley teased wantonly, squeezing her breasts tightly. "Is that what you want Charlie? To treat your sweet innocent girlfriend like a nasty slut, and fuck her right over the toilet?"

Pulling his head back, Charlie gasped for air. His face was wet with Miley's arousal, cheeks glistening. "I want to fuck you Miley... right here... god I'm so hard."

Miley stood and turned around, spreading her legs so she could straddle the bowl and lean over the back of the toilet. This gave Charlie an unprecedented view of her ass and vagina. "Then do it Charlie. Stick that big hard thing into me and use me for your pleasure..."

Charlie quickly stood and pushed his boxers off, his erection springing free and bouncing in the air.

"You dirty boy, Charlie..." Miley teased, talking dirty to him. "Using my pussy like this... fucking me over the toilet..."

Charlie grabbed hold of his own shaft and pushed it towards Miley's vaginal opening, pressing it into her.

"Oh jeezus Charlie...!" Miley gasped, "You're so fucking big... oh god. Are you going to fuck me good baby? Are you going to fuck your gigantic cock into me right over the toilet...?"

Wrapping his arms around Miley's abdomen, Charlie hunched over her and started humping his penis into Miley. Her dirty talk turned him on beyond reason, beyond anymore foreplay; he simply needed to fuck.

Miley had to brace herself on the back of the toilet as Charlie began to rut into her, his hips pounding against her buttocks. "Use me Charlie! Use my body for your filthy pleasures... oh god... fuck your crude rod into my sweet innocent pussy... treat me like a fuck-thing..."

Charlie laid his head between Miley's shoulders and clutched her around her tummy. He was grunting loudly, her dirty talk inspiring him to fuck Miley as though he were no more than a rutting animal.

Miley's sex gave up her fluids, the slick honey dripping down the insides of her trim thighs. Her orgasm came like a sudden tidal wave, intense and overwhelming. Her legs shook and Miley had to support herself on the back of the toilet to prevent herself from collapsing. "... rape me!" she screamed. "OH FUCK!! Yes Charlie!! Fuck it into me good!!!"

Charlie gasped, his hips bucking wildly. His erection suddenly popped out of Miley's entrance and he humped his cock uncontrollably into the air as his own orgasm came. Semen hurled out against Miley's bald mound, then another rope flew into the air to land on the back of the toilet. "Miley...!" he exclaimed urgently.

Miley knew what he needed, and reached down to grasp his cock into a firm grip. Charlie humped himself into her fist and Miley held tight, jacking off the rest of his orgasm so that it landed on her tummy, staining Charlie's Star Wars tee shirt.

Charlie's chest heaved his heavy breath against Miley's back when his orgasm was over. He was still clutching her tightly, and his face was laying between her shoulders against the fabric of her tee. "Holy shit.." he whispered. "Holy shit... that was amazing..."

Miley leaned on the toilet with an outstretched arm, supporting both of their weights. She caressed his penis in her other hand, gently squeezing it and milking the last few drops of cum out its tip. "I'm never going to make homeroom in time..."

Charlie laughed against her.

"Come on baby." Miley urged. "We can save time if we shower together."

"You know what?" Charlie said, stepping back. "I'm starting to like living together."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 06



PART 1 -- Stress and Relief

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"Stacy!" exclaimed Miley, bubbling with excitement as she approached the locker she shared with her best friend. "I just got off the phone with my dad; you're never going to believe it!"

Stacy turned, "Your dad? Did he dump that model he was dating?"

Miley's face scrunched up, "Yeah, like weeks ago...?"

"Awesome." Stacy grinned, "Because I'd totally sleep with your dad."

"Oh my god!" Miley swatted. "You are /so/ gross."

"What!?" Stacy giggled, "Your dad is hot for an older guy. A total DILF."

"I am going to forget you just told me that... given the fact that he's moving here to Tallahassee just for me!"

"Seriously?" Stacy asked.

Miley beamed a nod, switching out her books. "Can you believe it? He said if I don't want to go back to living with mom and Brad I shouldn't have to, and that I can live with him. He's going to rent a condo near downtown, that way I don't have to move to Tampa or switch schools. How /awesome/ is that?"

"What about his job?" Stacy wondered.

"Oh, he just works from home anyways. Dad is like a stock analyst or something; he stares at a laptop and talks on the phone all day." Miley closed the locker door. "Come on, let's find Charlie before Bio, I can't wait to tell him the news."

"I guess Charlie will be happy you don't have to move to Tampa." Stacy said as they started walking through the hallway. "But it must have been nice living with him these past couple weeks?"

"It's been great." Miley replied, "And I love Charlie's mom, she's so supportive of he and I being together."

"Plus, I bet you sneak into Charlie's room every night." teased Stacy.

"I have not!" Miley giggled, blushing a little. "Charlie's mom busted me doing that my first night there."

Stacy laughed, "You're so predictable."

"Whatever. You would do the same..."

Stacy suddenly grabbed Miley's wrist and stopped short in the middle of the hallway. "Miley look..."

Following Stacy's eyes, Miley saw Darla at Charlie's locker. A rather well-endowed girl, Darla was wearing a clinging short-sleeved sweater that showed plenty of cleavage, and tight jeans. She kept putting her hand on Charlie's arm and laughing at everything he said.

Miley's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Is it just me or is that slut hitting on my man?"

Stacy stared in amazement, "A month ago Darla was calling you a 'geek-lover', and now she's hitting on him? What a two-faced bitch!"

Miley decided she'd seen enough and threw her books to the hallway floor, stalking towards Charlie's locker. "What the hell do you think you're doing Darla?!"

Darla turned and squinted at Miley, "I was just talking to Charlie..."

"Whatever!" Miley spat, "I could see you flaunting those over-sized boobs of yours at him from halfway across the school!"

Charlie's eyes widened. Like a deer caught in headlights who doesn't know what to do next, he froze. It wasn't like he had been caught doing anything wrong, but at the same time he didn't want Miley to have the wrong idea.

"Relax Miley." Darla glared. "I was just asking Charlie here about Brock's broken nose..."

"Stay away from him you slut!" Miley warned, "Charlie is /my/ boyfriend..."

Darla let her mouth hang open in insult. "/What/ did you just call me?"

"You heard me... slut!" Miley repeated, stepping as though she wanted to fight.

Other students were beginning to take notice of the altercation and watched, including Stacy who stood right at Miley's back. Charlie still looked clueless; two girls had never fought over him before and he had no idea how to respond.

"You better put a leash on your girlfriend here Charlie." Darla said. "You have to collar rabid /bitches/."

"I'll show you rabid!" Miley said, baring her claws.

"Miley, don't!" Stacy urged, grabbing Miley by the arms to keep her from tearing Darla apart. "Charlie!" she pleaded.

Charlie took Stacy's hint and tried to get himself between Miley and Darla, "Darla you should probably go..."

"You're lucky your friends are here you nasty little cunt..." Darla sneered, backing away.

Miley struggled against Stacy and Charlie "You're the lucky one you whore!" she yelled, squirming against Stacy and Charlie. "Let me go! I'm going to kick your ass Darla, you stay away from my boyfriend!"

"Miley! Let it go... what's wrong with you? She's right, we were only talking..." Charlie pleaded.

Miley finally relented when Darla vanished behind the gathering crowd, though she was still seething-mad. "That girl never just 'talks' to guys Charlie..."

"Miley's right." Stacy added. "She's like a black widow spider, baiting unsuspecting boys with her boobs."

"Whatever." Charlie said. "I'd never cheat on you, Miley."

"I know baby." Miley assured, "But that still doesn't mean I'm going to let that bitch anywhere near you."

"It's a female territory thing." Stacy said to a confused looking Charlie, adding a wink. "Now can we get to Bio? We're going to be late."

"I'm sorry you guys..." Miley kissed Charlie's cheek. "I trust you baby, just don't let that whore Darla into fooling you that she wants to be friends, okay?"

"Did you guys know her sister is dating my older brother?" Charlie moved to help Miley pick up her books. "They both go to State..."

Stacy giggled at Charlie, "We knew hon. That's practically how you and Miley hooked up."

"Huh?" Charlie looked confused.

Miley latched on to Charlie's arm "Forget it. Hey, guess what? My dad is moving up here...!"

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"What's wrong dude?" Brian asked Charlie as they worked on their biology lab project. "You look like someone just stepped on your favorite Boba Fett action figure."

"Miley's dad is moving up here from Tampa." Charlie replied.

"Isn't that good?" Brian pried.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, Miley won't have to move to Tampa and all that, but I guess her dad is like some big-shot, what if he doesn't like his girlfriend's nerdy lower-middle class boyfriend?"

"You're more of a geek than you are a nerd." Brian joked, "And who cares? Fathers never like the guys dating their daughters."

"I care." Charlie said. "Miley really seems to worship him. If he hates me, it could come between us. Plus, he knows all about...well, you know..."

"Miley's mom catching you with your dick in her daughter's face?" Brian finished for him.

"Yeah." Charlie let out a heavy sigh and glanced across the room towards Miley. "He's totally going to hate me."

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"He is not going to hate you." Miley said. She was laying on Charlie's bed after school trying to make sense of her English homework while Charlie was seated at his computer desk, surfing his favorite websites. "I know that he'll totally love you."

"How do you know that?" Charlie asked, clicking his mouse. "After all, your mom hates me."

"Yeah, well, my mom is a bitch." Miley commented dryly. "Daddy will see how much I love you and how happy you make me."

"I don't know... when will he be here?"

"Tomorrow night." Miley said, getting up from the bed. "He's taking me to dinner as soon as he gets into town. You'll come with, right?"

"He probably already hates me." Charlie lamented. "Your mom told him about catching us... he'll hate me."

Miley stepped behind Charlie's chair and put her hands on his shoulders. "Stop worrying sweetie, my dad is totally different than my mom. He'll... oh my god. Baby, you're so tense..."

"I guess I'm just stressing over meeting your dad." Charlie tried to relax his shoulders as Miley massaged them.

"You want me to rub one out of you?" Miley suggested casually, "That always relaxes you..."

"Miley... we promised each other we'd try and behave around the house, if my parents..."

"Your parents won't be home for another hour." Miley said, interrupting. She leaned over and whispered into Charlie's ear "I bet if I talk real dirty I can get you off in about five minutes."

"Yeah?" Charlie asked, suddenly curious.

Miley nodded, "Where's your hand lotion?"

"Um, in my drawer over there..."

"Well pull your shorts off." Miley moved to fetch the bottle of lotion.

Charlie stood and pushed his shorts down. He was already semi-erect as he sat back down into the chair.

Miley giggled, squirting a copious amount of lotion into her palm. "Look at your thingy, it's so happy to see me."

Charlie breathed out a laugh, "Isn't it always?"

Rubbing the lotion over both hands, Miley knelt in front of Charlie between his knees. "Oh shit... my hands are all gooey. Take my shirt off for me?"

As Miley lifted her arms, Charlie reached and pulled her tee shirt off.

"My bra too, I don't want your stuff to stain my clothes." Miley leaned forward and Charlie reached around to unclasp it. Her breasts were no more than a small palm full, but the sight of them made Charlie's penis stand tall.

Miley giggled, "You like my titties?"

"Of course, they're beautiful. I love every inch of you, Miley."

Biting her lower lip, Miley took Charlie's erection into both of her lotion-covered hands. "You don't wish they were bigger, like Darla's?"

Charlie shook his head, "Of course not. Yours are perfect, it doesn't matter how big they are."

Miley began coating Charlie's penis with the lotion, running both hands up and down his length. "I wish they were bigger sometimes, that way I could titty-fuck you. I could wrap them around your beautiful cock and hump them on you until you came and gave me a nice pearl necklace..."

Charlie leaned back into his chair, "I-I'd rather have your hands."

"I know baby, you like it when I jerk you off." Miley wrapped both hands around Charlie's penis, one hand over the other on his length, unable to close either fist around his significant girth. She began stroking him, each hand moving as one. "I'll take good care of you. I'll get all that cum out of your balls and help you relax."

"You're so incredible Miley..."

She beamed, pumping Charlie's cock steadily. "I know you're stressed, sweetie. You just need a good cum. I know you need it every day, you need the release... I'll always take good care of you Charlie. I should probably service you every morning, jerk you off real good and drain your balls... that way you're nice and relaxed all day."

Charlie stared at Miley's breasts as she continued to jack him off. "God Miley, you really know how to turn me on...."

Miley chuckled, "Slow down big guy, we still have three minutes left."

Charlie laughed, but he was already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

"I'm going to aim your cum onto my tits." Miley informed him. "Then I'm going to rub your stuff into my skin like moisturizer. I'm going to stink of your sex Charlie; I'll be marked with your scent. That way other guys will know I am your territory... your property."

"Oh my god..." Charlie moaned, Miley's words arousing him.

She increased the pace of her slick jacking, arms pumping in unison. "Does that turn you on baby? Do you want to shoot your manhood on me? Or do you want me to swallow it, take your essence into my tummy and digest you... make you a part of me..."

"Miley... jeezus." Charlie was trying to think of something else, like Iron Man comics or Star Trek. Anything to keep from cumming too fast.

Forming a circle with her thumb and middle finger, Miley rubbed just the head of Charlie's steel-like erection, her fingers stimulating the hardened ridge of his crown. "Tell me what you want baby..."

"I want to cum on you..." Charlie gasped.

"Do you want to cum on my face? Hmm? Or maybe my sexy tummy...?"

"N-no.." Charlie stammered, trying to maintain control.

Miley went back to stroking Charlie's full length, but slowly. She was edging him, glancing over at the clock with a smirk. She knew he was on the verge, and loved the control she had. Miley could make him cum at any time. "No? Then where?"

"On your tits... I want to cum on your tits..."

"Go ahead then baby." Miley cooed, "Shoot your spunk all over them. My boobies belong to you Charlie." She continued to stroke him slowly, trying to get him off with her dirty talk rather than her hand. "Go ahead and mark them as yours, so all the other naughty boys know that my titties are just for you. You can play with them whenever you want Charlie, suck on my pretty little nipples or decorate them with your seed..."

"Shit... oh shit Miley..."

Miley could feel Charlie's cock pulse in her hand and knew he was close. "I need your stink on me, coat them baby; soak my tits with all your thick stuff. You always cum so much... god, I want my nipples to drip with your gooey love..."

"Oh fuck!" Charlie grunted as his erection literally jumped in Miley's hand. She squealed with delight as the first blast jetted out and splattered across her chest. She aimed his cock right at her breasts and watched as several more ropes of it fired out, the milky fluid hot against her tan skin and pink nipples.

Miley pumped his cock rapidly, trying to coax as much of Charlie's semen out of him as she could, until her chest was suitably slimed. "Mmm, look at it all..."

Charlie slumped in his chair, still staring at Miley's breasts, watching as she let go of his shaft and started to rub his pleasure all over her skin. She smoothed her palms over her breasts, making sure every inch was covered in his jizm.

"Feel better baby?" Miley grinned.

Charlie nodded wordlessly, his erection bobbing in the air.

Miley glanced at the clock. "Six minutes... I must be losing my touch."

PART 2 - Captain Darkness

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"Daddy!" Miley jumped into her father's arms, wrapping him in an excited hug. The grey dress she wore fluttered around her knees.

Charlie watched the scene, standing just outside the restaurant where he and Miley agreed to meet her father for dinner. He adjusted his tie nervously, happy that Miley made him wear it; her father was dressed in a suit and the restaurant looked rather formal.

Miley clasped her father's hand tightly, "Dad, this is Charlie, my super-cute boyfriend."

Charlie blushed a little at Miley's description. "Hello sir."

"...and this is my daddy." Miley finished.

"Jack Andrews." Miley's father said, extending his free hand. "And please Charlie, just call me Jack."

Shaking hands, Charlie noticed that Jack had a powerful and sure grip. He wasn't what Charlie expected at all, as Jack wasn't even forty years old yet (Charlie's parents were near 50). He was tall, good-looking, and reeked of confidence. His shortly-styled hair was the same color as Miley's near-black tendrils, and they had the same blue eyes.

"It's so good to see you dad." Miley clung to her father's arm as they entered the restaurant.

"It seems your mom is being her usual easy-to-get-along-with self." Jack commented sarcastically. "I figured I'd better get up here and rescue you. How's that loser she married doing?"

"Brad?" Miley stuck her tongue out. "Who knows. I haven't seen either of them for two weeks."

"Reservation, for Andrews." Jack told the hostess, who checked her log and promptly showed them to a table. "I need to thank you Charlie, for taking care of my little girl. Your parents too, that was awful nice of them to let Miley stay for a while."

"It's no problem." Charlie smiled. "My mom really likes Miley. I think she always wanted a daughter."

"Olivia, Charlie's mom, is sooo awesome." Miley commented.

"So Charlie..." Jack picked up a menu, peering. "Tell me about yourself. What are you interested in?"

"Oh... uh, you know. The usual stuff."

Jack glanced to Charlie, lifting a brow.

"Charlie's really into comic books." Miley interjected.

"Comic books?" Jack asked.

"Miley..." Charlie sounded embarrassed.

Miley grinned, "What? You are." She turned to her father, "Charlie and his best friend Brian are always talking about how they want to have their own comic book some day."

"Is that right Charlie?" Jack asked.

Charlie was certain that Miley's dad wasn't interested in comic books. He looked more like the jocks that teased him every school day of his life. "Um, yeah. I'd like to be a comic book writer. I plan on majoring in English and Literature."

Relieved when the waiter arrived, Charlie was glad when the conversation was put on hold as the three placed their orders. Charlie gave Miley a brief glare, trying to convince her not to embarrass him in front of her father.

But Miley knew what she was doing. After the waiter left, she said "Brian is a really good artist. He's always showing me his doodles and stuff at lunch. He's got notebooks full of them."

Jack listened to his daughter closely.

"They know all about comics and super heroes and stuff...." Miley continued. "It's amazing. Like, did you know there was more than one Green Lantern?"

"Of course I did." Jack chuckled. "But everyone knows Hal Jordan is the best Green Lantern."

Charlie's brows rose about an inch in surprise.

"Charlie is super creative, dad." Miley said. "He's going to be such a great writer."

Jack looked to Charlie, "So, you and your friend are serious? You'd like to do your own book?"

"Oh, uh... I guess so. We talk about ideas and stuff all the time. Brian has some sketches, and I have a lot of stories plotted."

"You should put something together, Charlie. Something concrete that can be presented. I have people in the publishing industry that invest with me. If the quality is there, I'd be happy to show them your work."

"Seriously?" Charlie asked.

"Absolutely." Jack confirmed. "In business half of your success depends on who you know. The other half is simple hard work. If you and your buddy Brian work hard, come up with a professional presentation and an actual product, I'll take care of the rest. But like I said, it needs to be quality stuff. Something sellable."

Miley beamed.

"So." Jack turned to his daughter, "Are we going to go look at condos tomorrow afternoon or what?"

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"I'll go get the car." Charlie said outside the restaurant after dinner. "It was great to meet you Mr. An... I mean, Jack."

"You too Charlie, I look forward to seeing a lot more of you." Jack shook Charlie's hand again.

Once Charlie was gone he turned to Miley.

"Isn't he the best?" Miley said with a big grin, happy that her father and Charlie got along so well at dinner.

"He seems like a great young man." Jack agreed, "But Miley... what your mother told me about catching you two, I have to admit...."

"I love him." Miley blurted, interrupting.

Jack studied Miley's expression.

"I really do, daddy." Miley tucked a dark curly tendril behind her ear, "Every decision I make, whether it's living with you or deciding on a college... I'm going to make it with Charlie in mind. He's a big part of my life. The biggest. I need you to understand how important he is to me, and to my future."

Jack lifted a hand to Miley's chin, "You got it kiddo. If he's the one who makes you happy, then I'm behind you one hundred percent. But I swear, if you make me a grandfather before I turn forty..."

Miley smiled warmly, hugging her father as Charlie pulled up with his mom's car. "Don't worry, I won't. I love you daddy."

"I love you too. See you tomorrow honey."

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"Dude. Don't even fucking joke with me, all right?"

"I'm not joking." Charlie told Brian. "If Miley's dad likes our stuff, he said he'd show it to actual publishers."

Brian looked to Miley. "Is he joking with me?" pointing at Charlie.

"Nope." Miley replied, laying on her tummy across Brian's bed. Her bare ankles and feet stuck up in the air, legs bent at the knee as she read one of Brian's comic books. She and Charlie had driven right to Brian's house immediately after dinner. "He's serious."

"I bet we could do a couple of issues..." Charlie started to explain, loosening his tie. "Have them put together at the printer, on that really high-quality gloss paper? Maybe get some concept stuff on pegboard for a presentation. We could do this."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 06



"You want to do Captain Darkness?" Brian asked.

"Of course." Charlie replied. "He's our best hero."

"Who's Captain Darkness?" Miley asked, reaching to grab a different comic book from Brian's messy bedroom floor.

"Charlie and I created him." Brian said, suddenly excited. "He can summon milky-black darkness from another dimension! And..."

"Oh my god." Miley interrupted, "I love this girl's hair... who's this?" She held up the comic book.

Charlie squinted. "The Invisible Woman."

"If I had hair like hers I'd never turn invisible..." Miley continued flipping through the pages.

Brian just shook his head, unable to comprehend women. "What story should we do?" he asked Charlie.

"I think we should do his origin story. You know, how he's accidentally trapped inside a particle accelerator and gets exposed to a miniature black hole..."

"Does Captain Darkness have a girlfriend?" Miley wondered.

"Of course not!" Brian exclaimed. "He's the 'Masked Avenger of the Night', he doesn't..."

"He needs a girlfriend." Miley stated. "Superman has Lois Lane, Spider-Man has Kirsten Dunst..."

"That's actually a good idea." Charlie remarked.

Miley beamed.

"Whatever" Brian gave in. "When do you want to work on this, tomorrow after school?"

"That's perfect." Charlie agreed. "Miley will be with her dad looking at condos."

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Miley glanced at the clock beside her bed. 12:30am it read. She sighed, throwing the covers off and getting up. She padded across the soft carpeting of the guest bedroom in her panties and slipped one of Charlie's tee shirts on. The shirt smelled like Charlie's cologne, which made her smile. She was having trouble sleeping and wanted to go to Charlie's room and crawl in with him, but at the same time Miley didn't want to anger his parents.

Instead, she went towards the bathroom. Moving down the hall she saw light coming from Charlie's bedroom. "Charlie?" she asked poking her head in through his cracked-open door.

"Hey." Charlie was sitting at his computer, bathed in the monitor's light. "What are you doing up?"

"Can't sleep." Miley said, stepping into the room. "How about you?"

"I was just going over some old notes I wrote a while back." Charlie said, "You know, Captain Darkness stuff."

"You and your comics..." Miley moved to sit across Charlie's lap, slipping her arms around his neck. "I'm going to miss knowing you're just down the hall, after I move in with my dad."

"Yeah, me too." Charlie said. "But I really like your dad, he's cool."

"Yeah." Miley smiled, fondly thinking of her father. "I told you he'd like you."

"Thank you." Charlie said.

Miley gave him a look, "Thank you? For what?"

"For being so cool." Charlie answered. "You make me feel so good about myself all the time. Like... less of a geek. Tonight for example, with your dad, when you were telling him about how creative I am and stuff. It means a lot to me."

Miley put a hand to Charlie's cheek, "I love you Charlie, for the guy you are, and the man I know you're going to become. You don't have to be ashamed of being a 'geek'. I'm going to stand by you and support you regardless."

Charlie smiled, "How did I get so lucky with you?"

Miley grinned, kissing his nose. "You've got a really big dick, Charlie."

Charlie snorted out a laugh.

"And a really big heart." Miley continued, more sincerely. "You say I make you feel good about yourself? You make me feel just as special, every time you look at me. God Charlie, I'll never forget the look on your face the first time I was in this room. Do you remember?"

Charlie nodded.

"I was jerking you off..." Miley giggled at the memory. "...and you stared at me the whole time. But it wasn't like when other boys stare at me, they look at me like a prize or something. You look at me like I'm some kind of long lost secret treasure that you've been searching your whole life for."

"That's because you are." Charlie said.

Miley bit her lower lip. "The scary thing about that is, I know you mean it."

"Why is that scary?" Charlie wondered.

"Because I want to live up to the pedestal you put me on." Miley replied.

"You don't have to, you're already there." Charlie leaned forward and pressed his lips against Miley's.

She returned his affection, tasting Charlie's lips with her tongue. Miley smiled against his mouth when she felt something against her hip. "Charlie... you're getting hard."

"I can't help it." Charlie ran his hand along Miley's bare leg, "You look so sexy right now..."

Miley cupped Charlie's cheek again, affectionate, "We have to behave."

"I know."

Hopping off Charlie's lap, Miley took her panties by the hem and slid the pink thongs down her tan legs and stepped out of them. "But you can use these if you need to take care of yourself. I love you baby." With a wink, Miley dropped the panties on Charlie's lap and went back to the guest room.

PART 3 - Urgency

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"I'm so horny!" Miley complained, loitering outside her and Stacy's shared locker after homeroom.

"When aren't you horny lately?" Stacy remarked dryly, checking her face in the magnetic locker mirror. "You and Charlie are like bunnies, I swear."

"Not lately we aren't." Miley frowned. "It's his parents. I'm trying to be good, you know? What is it with parents and sex anyways... god! It's like every parent on Earth is a total prude."

"You could try abstinence." Stacy suggested, a smirk on her lips.

"Whatever." Miley dismissed. "You try abstaining from a ten inch dick."

"Oh my god Miley, you're such a size queen..." Stacy freshened her lipstick.

"Maybe." Miley admitted. "But it hardly matters if I can't even get it in me."

Stacy sighed, grabbing a book and closing the locker. "You're unbelievable. Go get your boyfriend, skip school, and get a fucking room."

It was like a light bulb went off above Miley's head.

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"I'm so horny." Charlie lamented, leaning against the locker next to Brian's

"Whatever dude." Brian said, digging through the rubbish in his locker. "I'm on an eighteen year dry spell, so don't talk to me about horny."

Charlie laughed silently, then looked at Brian curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Brian continued to search through an endless pile of paper, candy bar wrappers, and empty soda cans "A super hot prom queen that suddenly wants to be my girlfriend. Do you have any idea how lucky you are, dude?"

"Yes." Charlie answered.

"Then quit bitching to me about how fucking horny you are... finally!" Brian pulled out a pair of tickets.

Charlie squinted at them.

"Two tickets to 'Planet Thud', they're playing at the Lagoon tomorrow night." Brian stuffed the tickets into his pocket. "I'm going to ask that cute redhead that was in our gym class last semester."

"Cassie?" Charlie wondered.

"Yeah, I guess she's really into club music, and..."

"Charlie!" came Miley's voice from down the hall.

Both Charlie and Brian turned to see Miley trotting towards them in her heels, a slinky red dress clinging to her petite frame. "Charlie... I'm /so/ glad I found you before class..."

"Hey Miley." Charlie smiled.

"Miley, could your dress be any shorter?" Brian asked, looking at her bare expanse of legs. "You're totally giving me a chubby."

"Ew. Whatever." Miley said, too distracted to even be grossed out. "Charlie, let's get out of here."

"Where do you want to go?" Charlie wondered, pushing off the wall.

"Your place." Miley replied, fixing the crooked collar of Charlie's button shirt. "Your parents never come home early from work, right?"

"Well, sometimes..." Charlie started.

"Great." Miley said, grabbing Charlie's hand urgently. "Let's go."

"Good luck with Cassie..." Charlie told Brian as Miley tugged.

"Wait, Cassie?" Miley paused, curious. "Cassie Burns or Cassie Johnson?"

"Uh, Burns." Brian said. "I'm asking her to the Planet Thud show."

Miley let go of Charlie, eying Brian.

"What?" Brian asked, uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

Chewing her lip, Miley reached and pulled Brian's polo shirt out from his pants, so his chubby stomach didn't stand out so much. She took his baseball cap off and threw it in the locker, then mussed with his hair.

"Miley...!" Brian complained.

"Hush." Miley said, digging some mousse out of her purse "Go to the Quickie Mart during lunch and buy one of those ninety-nine cent roses, Cassie won't care where it's from; no guy has ever given her flowers because she has all those freckles..."

"I like her freckles." Brian stated.

"I know." Miley smiled, still trying to make Brian's hair do something other than show a hat line. "They're adorable. Now pay attention. Give her the flowers, be really nice, compliment her shoes, and don't say 'dude' too much. Okay?"

Charlie stood to the side, trying to contain his laughter.

"Dude..." Brian scowled at Charlie, "Don't laugh."

Miley did what she could with Brian's hair, "Good luck." Then she retook Charlie's hand. "Let's go mister."

"I'll see you after school." Charlie said, stumbling after Miley. "We'll work on Captain Darkness...."

Brian lifted a wave, then headed towards next period. "Lucky bastard."

=====

"You drive." Miley instructed, giving Charlie the keys and climbing into the passenger side of her car.

"That was really cool the way you helped Brian." Charlie said, starting the car and pulling out of the student parking lot. "I think he really likes that Cassie girl, he... whoa."

Miley had her dress hiked up, the slinky fabric bunched at her hips. "I need to cum... it's been driving me crazy all day."

"Now!?" Charlie asked, glancing down at Miley's slender thighs.

"Yeah." Miley nodded, her hand slipping under her red panties. "Just a quick one, then I want you to fuck the shit out of me when we get home."

"Jeezus..." Charlie said, glancing back to the road reluctantly.

"Will you do that?" Miley asked, entirely serious. The front of her panties stretched out as her entire hand was between her legs, "Will you fuck me real good?"

"Yeah..." Charlie replied. "Of course."

"Will you do me doggy?" Miley asked, avidly masturbating. She was slouched in the seat, legs spread wide.

"You know it... damn." Charlie told her. He kept glancing down between Miley's thighs. "I wanted you so bad last night."

"I wanted you too baby. Did you jerk off, hmm? Did you jerk off with my panties last night?"

"Yeah... I couldn't help it!"

"Tell me about it." Miley begged as Charlie rounded a corner.

"Um... at first I smelled them."

"Did they smell like my pussy?" Miley prodded.

Charlie nodded, "Yeah, they smelled so good. And I was so hard... I wrapped them around my cock."

"Oh god." Miley bit her lip, frantically rubbing her clit. "That's so hot, thinking about you jerking off that big dick of yours with my panties... what did they feel like?"

"They were silky." Charlie replied, one eye on the road and the other on Miley. "So smooth."

Miley's breathing became ragged as she continued to pleasure herself. "Did you cum in them? Did you cum in my panties, Charlie?"

"Yes." Charlie freely admitted, seeing how aroused Miley was. "I came on the inside of them, in the spot... where your pussy would be..."

"You're so dirty Charlie, oh my god..." Miley began squirming in her seat, eyes slitting shut. "I'm going to wear them tonight... I want your dried-up cum against my cunt... oh god, so nasty..."

"I came a lot..." Charlie added, "They're probably still wet, sticky."

"Oh fuck!" Miley threw her head back against the seat and started quivering. Her hand frantically moved between her legs, stretching her panties out. Her other hand snapped over to snatch Charlie's arm, which almost caused him to drive off the road.

"Miley...!"

"I'm cumming!" she screamed, heedless of the car's direction.

Charlie gave her his hand and Miley clutched it tightly.

"Of fuck! Oh my fucking... I'm cumming... I'm cumming Charlie!"

Charlie did his best to keep the car going straight after turning onto his street.

"I need your cock baby... I need it so bad." Miley whimpered.

"We're nearly home." Charlie replied, stepping on the gas.

Miley removed her hand from her panties and curled over to Charlie's side like a horny feline. She lifted her glistening fingers to his lips, "Look at how wet I am for you... do you want me? Are you ready to fuck me?"

"I've never seen you like this..." Charlie tasted her fingers, sucking on one of them.

"You know you like having a horny slut for a girlfriend." Miley giggled at him, rubbing her fingers along his lips.

Charlie whipped the car into his parent's driveway and killed the engine. Miley ditched her underwear and heels, leaving them in the car before she and Charlie dashed for the house hand in hand. As soon as they were in the door the young lovers were all over each other, kissing passionately while their hands tore at one another's clothes.

Charlie had an erection by the time they were halfway home, so it was already standing proud and tall when Miley finally got him naked. She reached down and clasped it in her hand, smoothing her palm against its length. "You'll get it all in, won't you? Don't hold back, okay Charlie? Fuck it into me all the way?"

"I will." Charlie promised as Miley knelt down in front of the living room couch, laying on the cushion with her knees on the floor.

"I should be able to take your whole thing if we do it doggy style." Miley wriggled her heart-shaped bottom at Charlie as she looked at him over her shoulder.

Charlie knelt behind her, laying his hard length against the crack of her ass.

"Stick it in me?" Miley asked.

"Your butt feels good." Charlie said, sliding his cock on her ass, between Miley's cheeks.

"Charlie..." Miley whined. "Stick it in me!"

Charlie grinned, laying his hands on Miley's buttocks, squeezing them in his palms.

"Oh my god." Miley whimpered, "Stop teasing me Charlie, I need your cock..."

Positioning the head of his penis at her vaginal entrance, Charlie just poked at it, teasing her. "How bad?"

Miley let out a few frustrated whimpers, trying to push back against Charlie's cock and force his entrance. "You evil bastard..."

Charlie pulled his hips back, denying her. "How bad?" he repeated.

"Please Charlie... please fuck me." Miley begged, "I need you, I need you inside me..."

Charlie took two handfuls of Miley's hips, "It turns me on so much when you beg, Miley..."

"Oh my god... Charlie, don't tease me baby... don't make me beg for your cock. You know how I get when I need it bad..."

The truth was, Charlie was having trouble holding back. By the time he relented, Miley was already dripping wet and her slick entrance accepted him smoothly.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!" Miley yelled as Charlie plunged half of his length into her. "Fuck it into me, fuck your cock all the way in... I want to feel it..."

Charlie pushed his erection in deeper with each thrust, humping into Miley with a smooth steady pace. "You're so wet, so warm... feels so good."

Miley tossed her head, letting her dark curly hair fly to one side and looked over her shoulder, "You like my warm pussy? You got my box all hot by teasing me..."

"I love being inside you Miley... oh god it feels good..."

"It's where you belong baby, inside me. Inside my cunt." Miley licked her lips, rocking with Charlie's thrusts and pushing back against him. "My pussy was made to keep your big cock safe and warm... it's just for you, Charlie. My pussy is only for your cock, for you to fuck..."

The dirty talk was turning Charlie on and he began thrusting harder, trying to get his entire length in.

"Get it in me." Miley begged, "Shove your monster into me."

"Oh fuck..." Charlie groaned, and with one violent push his penis disappeared to the hilt.

Miley gasped, her mouth agape from the intrusion. "Oh my god...! Stop... stop baby... don't pull out..."

Both of them went still. Charlie could feel Miley's warmth surround him, and she could feel his immense girth filling her sex canal.

Miley continued to let out gasping breaths. "You're so deep... I swear you're in my tummy, in my womb... oh god Charlie... don't leave me. Keep your cock in my pussy, in its home."

Bending forward, Charlie curled his arms around Miley's abdomen, hands splaying across her tummy. She moved back into his grasp, her back against his chest. They were joined, and began to move together. Charlie rolled his hips, rutting against Miley's ass without allowing a centimeter of his length leave her vagina. Miley, in turn, kept her weight back against him and pushed her backside against his kneeling lap.

"You've never taken me like this..." Charlie muttered in pleasure, "...this deep."

Miley curled an arm up and behind her shoulder, grabbing Charlie's head and encouraging him to kiss her neck and shoulder. "Your humungous thing has been stretching me out... my pussy is ready for you now. Oh! Oh Charlie... it's so nice, you fill me so completely..."

"You're so fucking sexy." Charlie's hands explored Miley, smoothing over her tummy and groping at her breasts. "I love your pussy sweetie..."

"It's all yours..." Miley said, voice hot with passion, "You took my virginity baby, you claimed my cunt as yours. It belongs to you... I'll give it to you anytime you want it..."

"That's so hot... uhn! Uhn!"

Miley's body shook from Charlie's thrusts, pinned between him and the couch. She accepted his sudden and pounding assault. "Fuck me...!" she encouraged him. "Fuck your pussy good, baby! it's yours, you can fuck it good and rough... harder! Harder Charlie! Make me cum... oh god, oh Jesus... cumming!!! I'm cumming!!!"

His hips and ass worked like a dynamo as Charlie humped wildly against Miley's backside. "Uhn! Uhn! Fuck...! Oh fuck!"

Miley felt Charlie grip her tightly and sensed his orgasm was near. She knew she could push him over the edge with just a few words. ""Put your baby into me Charlie... oh god... fuck it into me... I'm cumming... OH FUCK! Charlie! Make me fat with your child... fuck your seed into me... oh shit!"

"UHN!!!!" Charlie grunted loudly, imbedding his erection into Miley with one impressive thrust. His hips bucked uncontrollably as Charlie deposited his orgasm as deeply into her as he could. He lost count of the twitching ejections of cum after seven or eight, but Charlie knew a lot of semen pumped into Miley's sex. His orgasm was so potent that he nearly collapsed onto her back, barely holding himself up on the couch with one outstretched arm.

"Oh my god." Miley finally said after Charlie was done riding her. "Charlie... you're fucking magnificent."

Charlie chuckled against Miley's sweaty shoulder.

"You really fucked the shit out of me baby... damn."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Charlie asked.

"Yes... mmm, baby... god. I really needed that."

Both of them were silent a few moments, still joined. Finally Charlie said "You won't really get pregnant will you."

Miley burst into giggles, "No, of course not. I'm on my pill. I was just talking dirty to you. I know how much it turns you on."

"It does." Charlie agreed. "I don't know why..."

"It's because I'm your woman, Charlie. It's your instinct to mate with me, to fuck your seed into me and put me with your child."

"That's what I'm talking about." Charlie nuzzled a few kisses between Miley's shoulder and neck. "It's so hot when you say stuff like that...."

"Believe me, I know." Miley assured him. "It turns me on just as much. It's my instinct too. You're my man, every time we fuck I get this arousal in my tummy, this yearning to take your child... god, how fucking crazy is that?"

"Makes sense to me." Charlie muttered between nibbles on her shoulder.

Miley turned around when Charlie finally slipped his penis from out of her sheath. They kissed and eventually laid out on the plush living room carpeting, holding each other in a tangle of limbs.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 06



"Can you fuck me one more time before I go meet my dad?" Miley asked.

"Give me five minutes?" Charlie estimated.

Miley grinned brightly. "Maybe we can squeeze in two more fucks."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 07



"I can't believe tomorrow night is prom already." Stacy said. It was Friday afternoon and she and Miley were enjoying some chili fries and diet sodas at the local arcade after school. "Did you see Adrian today? He looked sooo yummy. I'm totally going to jump his bones tomorrow night."

"Do you want to make him your /boyfriend/?" Miley teased.

"As if!" Stacy laughed. "I only said yes because it's prom and I want to go with someone from school. You know I only date older guys."

Miley replied "Still, I'm glad he asked you to prom, Adrian's a nice guy. We're going to have so much fun."

"I still can't believe he asked you first." Stacy sucked some soda through her straw, then teased "Like you would go with anyone but Charlie. You two are so in love it makes me sick."

Miley scoffed out a laugh, "Whatever. You're just jealous!"

"I am a little." Stacy admitted with a grin. "I'm glad you're happy hon, seriously. You've found your dashing geek..."

"Oh my god, speaking of geeks... did you hear that Brian is going with Cassie Burns?" Miley asked, munching on a fry.

"Really?" Stacy sounded surprised.

"Yeah." Miley confirmed, "He asked her to a concert last week and I guess they totally hit it off. I'm so happy for him, he needs a girlfriend."

"Speaking of Brian, where the heck are him and Charlie? I expected them to come with us. They never turn us down for chili fries at the arcade..."

Miley scowled, "They're working on that stupid comic book of theirs. Ever since my dad said he'd show their stuff to a publisher it's like they're obsessed."

Stacy laughed, "A little jealous?"

"No!" Miley denied, "But it's like Charlie doesn't even notice me anymore, he's always with Brian working on story boards and plot twists and... god, I don't even want to talk about it."

"Oh my god, Miley. Whatever. You and Charlie are like, attached at the hip all day at school."

"At least I'll get him all to myself tonight. Dad has to go down to Tampa and finish some business and won't be back until tomorrow." Miley smiled, excited. "So Charlie and I will have the condo all to ourselves."

"A little pre-prom warm up?" Stacy giggled.

"Sort of." Miley winked. "I have a surprise for him that Charlie will never forget..."

"I don't even want to know." Stacy remarked dryly. "So how is it going living with your dad?"

"It's fine. You know my dad. He loves me but he's pretty hands off. I like the freedom, but I kind of wish he was around more too, you know?" Miley grabbed another French fry. "And I miss Charlie being down the hall."

"I wish your dad was around more too." Stacy said, "So I could seduce him!"

"Oh my god!" Miley threw her fry at Stacy.

Both girls fell into a fit of laughter.

=====

"You made her look like a total slut!" Charlie argued, gesturing at one of Brian's sketches.

"What do you mean?" Brian wondered, sitting at his bedroom desk, pencil in hand.

"You have her wearing a bra, garters, and heels." Charlie fumed. "She's a reporter, not a hooker!"

"Dude, I always draw my females sexy..." Brian said.

"Sexy is fine, but she's not supposed to be a dominatrix, she's Captain Darkness' girlfriend for crying out loud. She's supposed to be a nice girl!"

"Fine, fine, I'll try another concept." Brian frowned, grabbing his notebook and tearing out the page. "I'll save this drawing though, you gave me an idea for a villain..."

Charlie heard his cell phone buzzing and looked around Brian's messy room. He found it laying on the bed and answered, "Hello?"

"Charlie you /ass/!" came Miley's steaming voice.

"Miley? Uh...?" Charlie asked.

"You were supposed to be here a half hour ago!" Miley's voice had that tone of danger that Charlie was starting to know all too well. "If you are still at Brian's working on that stupid comic I swear I'll kill you both!"

Charlie looked wide-eyed at his watch, "Oh! Uh, no, I just left, I'm on my way... see you soon love you bye!"

"What the hell?" Brian asked.

"That was Miley..." Charlie said, pocketing his phone and frantically looking for the keys to his mom's car. "I was supposed to meet her at her dad's place thirty minutes ago... she's going to kill me."

"You can't go now!" Brian complained. "We still have to make a decision on the Captain's base of operations..."

"It'll have to wait." Charlie said, finding the keys. "See you at prom tomorrow?"

"Okay dude...say hi to Miley!"

=====

Miley had a scowl that could melt granite when she opened the door to her and her father's new condo. "I can't believe you Charlie!"

"Miley... I'm so sorry... I..."

"You and Brian and that damned comic. It's like you love that comic book more than you do me!" Miley turned and stalked inside.

Charlie trailed after her, closing the door. "Sweetie, I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't you 'sweetie' me, buster! I made spaghetti and meatballs just for you, and you know I don't cook Charlie, and now it's cold and..." Miley let out an exasperated sigh, turning her angry glare on poor Charlie.

Charlie stared at Miley, suddenly noticing what she was wearing "Um, why do you have a bathrobe on?"

"Never mind that!" Miley scolded, "You better not be working on that comic tomorrow, because I swear Charlie, I've had it with feeling like I'm second place to Captain frigging Darkness. It's prom tomorrow and you better make me feel like a queen or else I'll..."

"I got a limo." Charlie blurted.

"A limo?" Miley asked, temporarily distracted from her anger.

"Yeah." Charlie confirmed. "My dad borrowed me the money. I'll have to pay him back after I get a summer job, but... there was enough leftover for a room at the Four Seasons too."

"Ooh!" Miley was suddenly beaming. It was difficult for her to stay mad at sweet Charlie. Most of it was just theatrics anyways. "The Four Seasons? That's one of the nicest hotels in Tallahassee."

Charlie grinned, "Yeah. Look, I'm really sorry I've been so busy on the comic. I swear, Brian and I won't even talk about comics for the rest of the weekend."

"You better not." Miley warned.

"You really cooked?" Charlie suddenly asked.

"Yes... but I think I burned the meatballs." Miley pouted, "I'm so useless in the kitchen."

"Aw, I bet they're fine." Charlie said. "Want to warm it up in the microwave?"

"Later. I have a surprise for you first."

"A surprise?" Charlie sounded curious

Miley nodded, blue eyes twinkling. She slowly untied the belt of her robe, then peeled it off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor.

Charlie's mouth hung open in near-shock.

Miley was wearing a tight sports-bra-like top that bared her naval. It was blue, and emblazoned with the Superman 'S'. A flaring red mini skirt hung from her slender hips, so short it barely concealed the matching red panties beneath. Her tan legs were clad in high glossy red boots with heels; they lifted to just below the knee. A red cape hung from Miley's shoulders.

"Oh my stars and garters..." Charlie whispered.

Miley smiled at him. "I know Supergirl is supposed to be blonde, but..." Miley struck a pose, fists on her hips and one leg akimbo. "This my prom gift to you."

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen..." Charlie muttered.

"I had to do something to get your attention, and comic books seem to be the only thing you care about lately..."

"You have my /undivided/ attention."

Miley smirked, strutting towards Charlie. "Ever made it with a super hero, big guy?"

Charlie shook his head slowly, still staring at Miley.

"Well, tonight's your lucky night."

"Miley, I don't know what to say..."

Miley started unbuttoning Charlie shirt. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you so bad." Charlie assured her.

Miley peeled the shirt off Charlie, revealing his hairless torso. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you so much..."

Next, Miley unfastened Charlie's jeans. "Tell me I'm more important than your comic book."

"You are... you're the most important thing in my life."

Miley pushed Charlie's pants and underwear down, until he stepped out of them. "Tell me you want to make love to me with your big thing, Charlie..."

"I do Miley... I want to make love to you right now. You look so incredible."

Miley pressed her costumed body against Charlie's nudity, lifting to her toes to kiss him. Charlie's hands went right under Miley's short skirt, gripping her ass firmly over her tight panties.

"Oh!" Miley squealed against his lips, "Getting fresh with Supergirl are we?"

"Sorry." Charlie smirked, "Couldn't help myself."

"I guess I can forgive you, since you have this big thing right here." Miley gripped Charlie's erection, giving it a few strokes. "You're so hard already... like my own personal 'man of steel'."

"Damn, you are so sexy when you use comic book references."

Miley gave him a tender shove, "Have a seat, baby. You're about to score."

Charlie was all smiles as he stepped back and sat on the couch, his erection sticking straight up towards the ceiling.

Miley hiked her tiny little skirt up and started wriggling out of her panties, pulling them down her toned legs and over the glossy boots. "You don't mind if I keep my outfit on, do you?"

Charlie shook his head, still in awe.

Stepping to the couch, Miley straddled Charlie's lap, hovering over his turgid penis on her knees. "Look at that beautiful cock." Miley said, wrapping her smooth cotton panties around his length. "So hard and powerful..."

Charlie lifted his hands to the back of Miley's thighs, running his palms up and down her legs.

Curling her neatly manicured fingers into a fist, Miley began masturbating him with the panties, the soft material sliding against him.

"Oh wow, that feels so good."

"I know baby." Miley cooed, "You always like it when I jerk you off don't you?"

Charlie only nodded.

"This big cock of yours is always full of so much goo." Miley continued pumping him, rubbing the smooth material of her panties along his shaft. "I bet I could jerk you off three times a day and you'd still have lots of cum left. You're such a horny boy aren't you?"

Charlie nodded again, lifting his hands to Miley's bare ass, beneath her skirt, kneading his fingers into her soft flesh.

"Look at your big cock Charlie, already all twitchy and leaky..." Miley rubbed a finger tip over the top of Charlie's penis and lifted a sticky strand of his pre-cum to her mouth, letting him watch as she tasted it between her red lips.

"Oh shit Miley, you've got me so hot already..."

"Poor baby." Miley teased, returning to her slow strokes. "Do you need to be inside me? Hmm? Do you want to stick that big cock of yours into Supergirl's tight pussy?"

"Yes..." Charlie near-pleaded, smoothing his hands down the outside of Miley's thighs.

"Such a naughty boy... wanting to fuck a nice innocent superhero like me. I bet you want to cum on me too, don't you? You probably want to shoot your nasty stuff all over my sexy little tummy and breasts..."

"Oh god..." Charlie moaned.

"Is that what you want Charlie? Hmm? To decorate me with your sticky mess?" Miley pulled her panties off Charlie's penis, letting it twitch in the air without her grip. "How am I supposed to fight bad guys with your cum all over my sexy outfit?"

"I... I..." Charlie stammered, so aroused that he could barely think of anything to say.

Miley giggled at his needy expression, then sunk down onto his cock, letting it penetrate deeply into her sex.

"Ohhhhh fuck...." Charlie moaned in absolute pleasure.

Miley rolled her hips, her skimpy skirt obscuring their union as she straddled his lap and let his erection work its way into her vagina. "Tell me before you cum, okay baby?"

Charlie grunted a nod, wordless.

"Don't cum inside me." Miley murmured, "I want to watch you. I want to see all your spermies come shooting out of you. It's so hot when your cock gives me all of your love, I adore watching that."

"I do love you, Miley." Charlie told her, bucking up with his hips as she humped him with a steady rhythm . "You're so amazing, I can't believe you did this for me. You're so fucking hot."

Miley bent and kissed him, holding Charlie's face in her hands. "Am I good girlfriend? Hmm? Am I good girlfriend for dressing up and giving my boyfriend a good fuck?"

"The best." Charlie answered.

"I'm glad you like my outfit..."

"I love it Miley... so much."

Miley beamed a smile, then took Charlie's hands and drew them back to her ass. With him supporting her weight, she leaned way back, rutting her hips against him. This caused the top of his shaft to stimulate her clitoris firmly. "Do you want to shoot your load on me baby?"

"Y-yes..." Charlie said, watching Miley's petite frame curl backwards, his hand clutching her butt cheeks.

"Tell me... talk dirty to me baby, make me cum...

"I want to shoot it all over you..." Charlie told her.

"Where..." Miley gasped, "Tell me where."

"I want to shoot it on your titties" Charlie said, "And your tummy, your sexy tummy... I want to shoot my cum on your titties and your tummy... oh fuck Miley..."

"You're so naughty Charlie, telling me you're going to shoot your nasty mess all over my tits." Miley leaned forward again and started bouncing on Charlie's cock.

"I want to shoot my cum all over you..." Charlie groaned, doing his best to hold his orgasm back.

"Oh my god... you nasty boy..." Miley's eyes started to lid, and she felt her sex beginning to tingle. She pressed her palms against Charlie's slender chest and fucked herself onto him at a rapid pace. "You must think I'm a total slut... don't you..."

"Yes!" Charlie gasped with arousal, "I want to cum on you like a slut, like a dirty slut..."

"Oh my god!" Miley bucked on Charlie's cock, "Oh my... oh! Oh fuck! Charlie!"

"I'm going to shoot it all over you..." Charlie said, knowing that Miley was mid-orgasm. She loved dirty talk, and he was growing more comfortable using it during their sex. "Does that turn you on, thinking about being coated in cum?"

"Yes! Oh that's so naughty... I want to be dripping with your sticky cum..." Miley gasped and impaled herself on Charlie, driving his cock deep into her sex. One of her hands dipped under the red skirt and Miley started rubbing her clit. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big dick baby... oh Jesus fuck!"

Charlie felt Miley's honey coat his shaft as her vagina and thighs quivered around him. "Miley..." he groaned in warning.

Miley kept rubbing her clit, gasping with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Miley...!" Charlie said more urgently, his mouth starting to hang open. He could feel the orgasm slowly boiling up his length.

Miley finally looked at Charlie, breathing in gasps. A portion of her senses returned and she realized how close Charlie must be to orgasm.

"Miley!" Charlie yelled with urgency.

Miley lifted herself off Charlie's shaft, "Oh baby, cum for me..." 

Charlie's erect length waved in the air between Miley's thighs. "Miley, please...!" he begged.

"I've got you baby... mama's got you." Miley sat back on his legs and took Charlie's cock into her firm grip, pumping him rapidly. Her masturbation was lubricated by the slick remains of her own orgasm coating Charlie's penis.

The first shot went high into the air, startling Miley as it splattered against her face. "Oh!" she squealed, giggling as the second rope did the same. The rest she aimed towards her torso, and Charlie's cock kept pumping out his orgasm.

"Uhn! Uhn!" Charlie was grunting as his cock heaved out its burden over and over. Miley laughed as it landed all over her sports bra, criss-crossing over the 'S'. More strands of the pearly fluid stretched across her naval and yet more fell onto her red skirt. Miley was delighted with the spectacle, so happy that Charlie was having such a potent orgasm.

"Oh my god!" Miley said as the last of it oozed and dripped out the tip of Charlie's cock, onto her hand and wrist.

"Jeezus." was all Charlie could say as he slouched into the couch.

"Oh my god..." Miley repeated in disbelief. "You soaked me, baby. Look at it all!" She was playing with it, letting it stretch between her fingers, still giggling.

Charlie looked through lazy eyes at the strands of cum clinging all over Miley.

"I'm going to have to wear this suit more often... I think it turned you on."

"You have no idea..." Charlie remarked.

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"Where did you find that outfit, anyway?" Charlie asked, twirling some noodles onto his fork. He and Miley sat at a small kitchen table eating re-heated spaghetti after getting cleaned up from their lovemaking. Charlie just had his jeans on.

"Online. I just knew you'd love it." Miley replied, mirroring Charlie's actions with her own fork. She had to take the Supergirl outfit off, as it was suitably stained with semen, and she wore only the red panties and Charlie's shirt (which she left unbuttoned and open). "I wanted to be Wonder Woman, but my boobs aren't big enough to fill out that one-piece she wears. I don't know how she punches out bad guys with those big tits of hers..."

Charlie grinned at that, reaching for the parmesan. "You're totally the coolest girlfriend ever."

Miley beamed and leaned over to kiss Charlie's cheek, giggling when she got spaghetti sauce on him. "I'd do anything to turn you on." She lifted a napkin to his face. "You know that."

"Yeah, you're really good at it too." Charlie took another bite. "I can tell Brian about your outfit, right?"

"Of course." Miley answered, "I tell Stacy everything, after all."

"Everything?" Charlie wondered.

"Uh huh." Miley laughed when she saw Charlie's nervous expression. "She's my best friend Charlie, we tell each other everything."

"Scary." Charlie remarked, dumping more cheese onto his spaghetti.

"Whatever." Miley rolled her eyes. "Like you don't tell Brian everything."

Charlie smirked and continued to eat. He looked at Miley, clad as she was in his shirt. It hung open and he could see her small breasts and the tanned expanse of her flat stomach. Her curly dark tendrils were a little strewn from their sex, which only added to how sexy she appeared to Charlie's eyes.

"What?" Miley's smile reached her brilliant blue eyes. She adored the way Charlie looked at her.

"You're so beautiful."

"Charlie..." Miley's cheeks colored a little.

"You are. It's astonishing. You take my breath away every time I look at you."

"Baby you're so sweet." Miley leaned close, pressing a kiss to Charlie's lips. "Will you spend the night? I want to wake up in your arms."

"When is your dad getting back from Tampa?" Charlie wondered, not wanting to get caught.

"He said around lunch time."

"Yeah, okay." Charlie agreed. "But I better get going in the morning, I have to go get my tux and everything."

Miley beamed a smile, "You're going to look so handsome."

"And you'll be the most gorgeous girl there." Charlie got up from the table, carrying his dishes to the sink. "So, what do you want to do tonight? Want to watch TV or something?"

"I kinda want to fool around some more." Miley stated.

"Really?"

Miley nodded, "I'm horny."

"Miley, we just had sex like twenty minutes ago."

"I know but you've been telling me how beautiful I am..." Miley got up from her chair. "And that always makes my pussy itch for you."

"You're insatiable, you know that?" Charlie told her.

"I know." Miley bit her lower lip, pouting cutely. "What can I say? You've got a horny slut for a girlfriend."

"Yeah, that's a tough problem to have." Charlie remarked dryly.

"Will you give me oral pleasure?" Miley asked, slinking her body against Charlie's and smoothing her palm against his slender chest. "I love it when you eat my pussy."

"Yes." Charlie replied softly. "Of course I will." Without warning he grabbed Miley under her arms and lifted her to the kitchen counter.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 07



Miley squealed in surprise and delight, "Charlie...!"

Falling to his knees, Charlie prodded Miley's legs apart.

"Charlie! My father and I cook here!" she laughed.

Charlie slipped his hand beneath Miley's scarlet panties, cupping her bare mound. His thumb began flicking between her labia gently.

"Oh. Oh that feels nice." Miley spread her legs further, granting Charlie easier access. "Mm, yeah. Rub it against my clit."

Charlie found her little button with the flat of his thumb and began to rub Miley's clitoris slowly. "After I make you cum can I lick it all up?"

"Charlie that's so naughty." Miley said, loving it. "You want to clean me up after?"

Charlie nodded, gazing up at her with his green eyes. "I like the way you taste after you cum."

"Oh my god you're the best guy. Of course you can baby..."

Charlie reached and pulled on Miley's panties. She had to lift one butt cheek at a time but eventually wriggled out of them so Charlie could slide them down her legs. He began kissing her near the knee, pressing his lips against the tan skin of her trim thighs.

Miley put her feet on Charlie's shoulders and slid a hand through his messy brown hair, coaxing him towards her vagina. "Don't touch yourself, okay Charlie? Don't jerk off while you eat me."

"I won't." Charlie promised, moving his mouth towards Miley's vaginal slit.

"I want your cock twitchy and leaking pre-cum." Miley stated. "I like it when you're all hard and your thick manhood really wants me."

Charlie licked between Miley's pussy lips. "I won't touch it." he promised again, then licked her some more.

"I love it when you get hard for me baby, when your dick gets like steel and it knows I'm going to play with it. Your cock really likes me Charlie, I know it. It always shoots so much of your cum out for me, that's your cock's way of telling me how much it loves me..."

Charlie stood up for a moment, letting Miley watch as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off. His erect penis sprung free, waving in the air.

Miley beamed a smile. "There he is. My big beautiful cock." She reached for it.

Charlie stepped forward, his hands gliding up Miley's bare legs.

Taking Charlie's length into her hands, Miley caressed it and cooed at it, "Hi baby, you're already so hard... mm, I'll take care of you soon okay? Right after Charlie eats me out..."

Charlie grinned at the way Miley talked to his penis, kneeling back down so that his head was level with her sex.

"Your cock doesn't like any other girls does it..." Miley said. "It just wants me...oh!" She gasped after feeling Charlie's tongue slide out and penetrate her slit. "Oh Charlie, you've gotten so good at eating my cunt... lick me. Lick my pussy baby..."

Charlie went back to rubbing Miley's clitoris, masturbating it with a thumb as he fucked his tongue into her vaginal canal. He felt one of her legs curl around him, her ankle tight against the back of his neck.

Miley pulled Charlie's shirt that she was wearing back off her shoulders and took hold of her own breasts, squeezing the small mounds in her palms. "That feels so good... I love the way you make me feel... oh god..."

As Charlie began nibbling on Miley's clitoris between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against the swelling bud, Miley began to twitch. Her vagina gave up its fluids, leaking dew and soaking her labia. Charlie tried to lick it up, but Miley kept grabbing his brown hair and pulling his face back to her clit.

"I'm cumming..." Miley hissed, her legs curling tightly around Charlie. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck Charlie!" Her hands snapped out to her sides involuntarily, trying to grab something and maintain her balance. Miley knocked a toaster over and tipped a cup full of cooking utensils to the floor, finally clutching the edge of the kitchen counter as her hips shook. Charlie didn't relent, circling his tongue around the engorged button that was Miley's clit. The way her thighs squeezed at the sides of his head Charlie knew she was having a powerful orgasm.

"Don't stop!" Miley gasped, "Oh god... don't stop!" She held Charlie in place with her slender legs, squeezing tightly and forcing him to continue. "Still cumming... oh Charlie... I'm still... I love your tongue... oh god baby..."

Charlie continued to pleasure her until Miley finally let her legs relax, sensing her long orgasm had finally subsided. But he didn't stop licking her, cleaning Miley's vagina of her delicious juices. He loved the flavor of Miley's orgasms.

"Mmm..." Miley whimpered as she felt Charlie tend to lapping up the fluids of her cum. "Clean me up good baby." she encouraged. "Clean my beautiful pussy..."

Charlie was grinning when he finally stood up, his cheeks and chin glistening with Miley's fluids.

Miley giggled at him, reaching towards the sink for the washcloth there. "That was amazing." she said, dabbing his cheeks.

"I'm glad you liked it." Charlie said earnestly, his palms gliding up Miley's smooth thighs. "You came really quick."

Miley kissed him, she could taste her own flavor on Charlie's lips, then wiped his face a bit more. "You're getting really good at eating me out. It doesn't take me long..."

Charlie smiled, "I like eating you."

Miley bit her lower lip and glanced down to Charlie's erection. "You're really hard..."

"Yeah..." Charlie agreed, caressing Miley's legs. "It was really turning me on listening to you cum."

"How do you want me to get you off?" Miley asked sweetly. "Do you want me to deep throat you like that one time?"

Charlie didn't look sure.

Miley cupped his cheek, "Do you want to do me doggy? I know you like that... I can get on my hands and knees and let you fuck me real good?"

That sounded tempting to Charlie.

"I can jerk you off if you want?" Miley suggested, "You don't have to do anything baby, just relax and let me rub one out of you?"

"I want to masturbate." Charlie whispered.

His words surprised Miley, "You just want to...?"

Nodding, Charlie said "You're so sexy Miley. I want to look at you while I do it. Like our second time together, remember?"

Miley smiled at the memory of the time before her and Charlie were a couple. When the two watched each other masturbate in her bedroom. "You just want to look at me?"

"Yeah." Charlie answered, "Will you talk dirty to me? You're so beautiful, I want to jerk off onto your body."

"Of course I will." Miley said, flattered. She hopped off the kitchen counter and took Charlie's hand. "Let's go to my bedroom."

Since Miley and her father had only recently moved in, her room was still filled with bags and boxes waiting to be unpacked. "You want me naked?" she asked, moving to get a bottle of hand lotion from her nightstand.

"Yeah." Charlie said.

Miley nodded and sat on top of her comforter, leaning back against the headboard, her tanned and petite body on full display. Charlie sat opposite, legs stretched out to either side of Miley's.

"This is kinda kinky Charlie." Miley was grinning and handed over the bottle. "I like it, I can't wait to see you jerk off for me. It'll be like I'm one of those internet porn girls, or a model in one of those naughty stroke-magazines."

Squeezing some lotion out into his palm, Charlie began to coat it over his still-erect cock. "You're so sexy Miley... way hotter than any girl I've ever seen online." He stared at her body with unashamed affection.

Miley blinked at the way Charlie was looking at her, "You're serious..."

Already slowly stroking his ten inches, Charlie told her "Of course I am. Miley... you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. No other girl on this planet could ever compare to you."

"Charlie... oh my god. You make me feel so special... go ahead baby. Take your time." Miley licked her lips. "You can look at me as long as you want while you stroke your thingy."

And he did, his eyes full of lust and admiration. Charlie moved his grip slowly, working it from base to tip over the length of his shaft, occasionally pausing to squeeze out some more lubricating hand lotion.

"Look at that thing." she said, eyes on Charlie's penis. "It's so fucking big, Charlie. I can hardly believe you've had that monster all they way into my tight little pussy." Miley spread her legs to give Charlie an unobstructed view of her vagina, which she kept neatly shaved and bald for him. "You like sticking it into me, don't you? Jabbing me full of your big fucking meat."

"Oh god..." Charlie moaned at her dirty talk.

"You're such a filthy boy Charlie, always shoving your massive cock into me and making me scream. It's especially naughty when you jam it real deep and shoot out all your icky goo into my body... filling me so full of your stuff that it drips out of my pussy..."

Charlie's pumping fist sped up just a little.

"Does it turn you on to look at my sweet innocent pussy?" Miley ran a hand over her smooth mound. "I bet you're thinking of violating it right now, while you jerk off. Hmm? Are you thinking about penetrating me with your big nasty cock?"

Charlie's breath started to become more labored as he beat off even faster.

"Oh baby..." Miley's voice simmered as she curled her ankles beneath her and crawled forward between Charlie's spread legs. "You're getting so hot... stop for a second..." She reached out and took Charlie's wrist a way from his erection.

"Miley...?

Licking her lips, Miley watched as Charlie's cock wavered in the air; it twitched and was leaking clear pre-cum that mingled with his coating of hand-lotion. "Your cock gets so hard for me. Look at it Charlie, the way it stands straight up and puffs itself up, like it wants me to notice it."

Charlie groaned as Miley reached out and cupped his taut scrotum into her palm.

"I see you baby." Miley cooed at Charlie's cock, squeezing his balls lightly. "I see how much you love me, how badly you want to give me your gooey gift."

Charlie stared at Miley as she talked to his penis, incredibly aroused by her words.

"Don't worry, I'll always take good care of you." Miley continued, "You're the only cock I want. I won't let any other cock near me, I only want you, okay baby? I promise."

Miley continued to caress Charlie' balls as she looked up to his eyes, "Your cock wants to cum for me Charlie, look at it, so erect and twitchy..."

"Trust me..." Charlie assured. "I know." He took himself into hand once more and began stroking slowly.

"It wants to shoot its load onto me, I can feel it in your balls." Miley tugged with her hand, stretching Charlie's scrotum. "It's like your cock's present to me. It gets a little messy and sticky, but I think it's so sweet how much it adores me; how badly it wants to decorate me."

"Jeezus Miley, that's so hot... do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"

Miley smiled knowingly, "Show me. Show me how hot I make you, Charlie."

Though small, the way Miley was leaning forward made her breasts hang enticingly. Charlie was staring at them as he masturbated. His fist began pumping in earnest.

"Come on baby, jerk your cock off for me." Miley encouraged. "Don't my tits look sexy? Do you want to cum on me?"

Charlie nodded, mouth hanging open as he rapidly masturbated.

"That's it, oh god look how fast you do it, mmm. I love watching you Charlie. I love watching you pleasure yourself, knowing my naked body turns you on..." She took her breasts into her own hands, squeezing them for Charlie to see. "Where do you want to shoot it?"

Charlie started breathing heavily, his eyes glazing.

"On my tits?" Miley rolled her own nipples between manicured fingers. "Do you want to goo my tits?"

Charlie shook his head.

"Tell me baby, tell me where you want to put all your delicious sperms."

"On your pussy." Charlie gasped.

Miley smiled and giggled. She lifted herself up onto her knees and positioned her vagina right in front of Charlie's vigorously pumping fist. "Kinky boy. Go ahead then, cum all over my cunt. I'll rub your sperms in real good, get my pussy sloppy with your seed."

"Oh Jesus..." Charlie gasped.

"Come on baby." Miley encouraged. "Come on... cum for me... aim it right at my nice sweet pussy. Get it foul with your nasty spunk you nasty, nasty boy. Go ahead Charlie. I know how badly you want to soil my womanhood..."

Charlie lurched forward and an unintelligible grunt escaped his throat. His erection heaved, throwing out his orgasm towards Miley's vagina.

"That's it!" Miley screamed with delight, "Cum for me!"

Charlie gasped repeatedly as his cum shot out in hurried globs, each one landing against Miley's shaved mound or against her labia. The orgasm lasted several moments, and the amount of semen was copious.

Miley started smearing it all over her vagina, even pushing some into her slit with an inserted finger. "So nasty... look at it all."

Charlie leered in amazement, unable to take his eyes from between Miley's legs. His cock twitched in his grip.

Hunching over, Miley placed a soft kiss on the tip of Charlie's penis, "Thank you for the gift baby. I love you too."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 08



PART 1 - Prom

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Jack Andrews heard the doorbell to his spacious two-floor condo go off. "Miley!" he called, "Charlie's here..."

"Daddy! Can't you get it?" came Miley's voice from upstairs. "I have to make an entrance!"

Jack chuckled and moved to the door.

Charlie was waiting on the other side, dressed impeccably in a black tuxedo. It hung perfectly from his tall slender frame and featured a red bow tie and cummerbund; the jacket accented his wide shoulders. His shock of brown hair stood up in a stylish mess, held in place by glistening mousse. Charlie had a bouquet of roses in one hand, and a plastic box with a corsage in the other.

"Well, well, well, look at you Charlie." Jack greeted. "Looking sharp buddy."

Charlie smiled. "Thanks Mr. Andrews."

"Come on in." Jack welcomed, "Miley's still getting ready. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, no thank you sir." Charlie stepped in. "There's champagne down in the limo. Um, non-alcoholic, of course."

Jack chuckled, "I haven't seen you since we went out to dinner the other week, have you been working on that comic book of yours?"

"Yes." Charlie nodded, "My friend Brian and I have been working on it every day."

"That's great." Charlie said. "I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with..."

"No comic book talk tonight, dad. Charlie promised..." Both men turned towards Miley's voice as she slowly stepped down the spiral staircase.

It was a slinky affair, Miley's dress. Red and silky, with a draping skirt that fell to a puddle at her feet; the slit on one side displayed a tan expanse of bare leg every time Miley took a step. The dress was cut low on both sides, displaying the entirety of her back, while the bust pushed her breasts up and displayed the top half of her cleavage. High silver heels and a sparking silver necklace shined like the hint of glitter that framed her fully made-up face.

Between the dress, and the way Miley had her dark curly tendrils gathered up atop her head, Charlie thought she looked like a movie star ready to walk the red carpet. "Wow... Miley you look amazing."

Miley smiled as she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Thank you sweetie. You look great too, you're so handsome...!"

"You look gorgeous honey." Jack leaned in and kissed his daughters forehead, a proud expression on his face.

"Thanks daddy." Miley beamed at her father.

"These are for you." Charlie said, stepping forward with the roses.

Miley gathered them into her arms. "Oh Charlie, they're /beautiful/... thank you!"

"And I got you a corsage." Charlie added, "It goes on your wrist... I knew there wouldn't be much room on your dress."

"Will you hold these daddy?" Miley asked, passing her roses over. She held out her hand as Charlie removed the corsage, a white flower, and slipped the band around Miley's wrist. She lifted a kiss to his cheek and whispered, "I love you."

"Let me put these in the kitchen..." Jack said, "And then I'll get my camera. I want to get a picture of you two before you go."

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"Oh my god this is so cool!" Miley exclaimed, trotting towards the large stretch limousine Charlie rented for the night. A well-dressed driver waited to open the door for her.

"I know, isn't it great?" Charlie climbed in after Miley once he handed the driver Miley's overnight bag.

"We're going to have so much fun tonight." Miley was beaming, checking out the interior of the limo, which included a bar, TV screen, and a moon roof. "I'm so happy, Charlie."

The driver glanced back at the couple after walking around and entering the driver's seat. "Where to kids?"

Charlie glanced at his watch, "Well, we don't have to be to the Garden Room for another hour, could you just drive around downtown for a while before going there?"

"You got it." the driver replied.

"And can you give us a little privacy?" Miley added with a smile, "I want to make out with my boyfriend..."

The driver chuckled as Charlie blushed, then raised the dividing window.

As soon as they were alone, Miley threw her arms around Charlie's neck, "I missed you so much baby..."

Charlie laughed, "You just saw me this morning..."

"I know, and it was so awesome sleeping in your arms last night and waking up next to you." Miley pressed a kiss to Charlie's lips, "I can't wait until we can do that every night."

Charlie stared into Miley's crystal blue eyes as he considered her words. He hadn't thought a lot about his future with Miley, not specifics anyways, and here she was talking about the day they would be living together. It made him feel good that she was looking that far ahead and anticipating their future. Charlie liked the idea of a future with Miley.

"What?" Miley smiled at the way Charlie was looking at her.

"I love you." Charlie stated simply.

"Yeah?" Miley beamed, "Well you're going to love me even more after this limo ride..."

Charlie felt Miley's hand between his legs, grabbing at his crotch. "Miley...!"

"What?" she asked, innocent. "You don't want a hand job from your beautiful girlfriend? Come on Charlie... you only go to prom once, don't you want it to be memorable?"

"What about the driver?" Charlie worried.

"Like he's never seen anyone having sex in the back of his limo before..." Miley fondled Charlie through his tuxedo pants, squeezing the length of his large penis.

"We'll make a mess..." Charlie fretted.

"Don't worry baby, just tell me before you cum and I'll swallow it all down." Miley continued to caress Charlie's member, which was starting to thicken in his pants. "I promise I won't miss a drop. Don't you want to know that I'll have a tummy full of your yummy goo while we're dancing together tonight?"

"Jeezus, Miley..."

"You're getting all hard... doesn't your big cock wants to come out and see me?" Miley unfastened the button of Charlie's pants.

Charlie didn't resist.

"I just have to be careful of my nails..." Miley continued, working Charlie's zipper down. "I got them done this morning. Aren't they pretty?"

Charlie looked as Miley waggled her red-panted fingers, "They're beautiful, just like every other inch of you."

Miley beamed as she spread Charlie's pants open, then reached into the seam of his boxers and took hold of his erection, drawing it out. "Mm, there's my baby..." She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the tip. "Charlie, I've been thinking. I want to make prom really special..."

"It's already special." Charlie said, running his fingertips against Miley's bare back, above the hem of her dress line. "I'm with you."

Miley smiled softly at him as she began to rub her painted fingernails against his penis, scratching and teasing his skin lightly until he was fully erect. "I mean really special. I'm not a virgin, you already own that part of me, but I'm not fully yours yet."

Charlie gave her a confused look.

Miley gripped Charlie's erection, squeezing it lovingly, then leaned in so her lips were at his ear. "I want to give you my ass." she whispered.

Charlie's eyes widened and his member jumped in Miley's hand.

"I've taken your whole length into my womb..." Miley continued whispering, "And I've even gotten you all the way down my throat. But if I'm truly going to be your woman you need to claim my ass."

"Miley... I... I..." Charlie stammered.

Miley kissed Charlie's earlobe, "Will you fuck my butt tonight Charlie?"

"Y-yes." Charlie breathed out.

"I can't wait to feel you fill me up that way, Charlie... your big cock taking me in the last place I'm a virgin..."

Charlie issued a quiet groan at Miley's dirty talk.

Miley licked her lips and began to stroke Charlie's turgid length, "Then my body will belong to you fully. You'll have claimed me; I'll be your woman." Her hand moved up and down his ten inches.

"It turns me on so much when you say things like that, Miley..."

"I know baby... you like to think of me as your possession, your plaything." Miley started delicately jerking Charlie off between just two fingers, stimulating the ridge of his crown, so as not to damage her nails. "Do you like to think of my sexy body as your property, Charlie? Does that turn you on?"

Charlie nodded, "Yes..."

"Mmm... well after tonight it will be. I'll belong to you, Charlie, after you claim my ass."

"Oh shit..." Charlie moaned as Miley created an 'O' with two of her fingers and jacked just the head of his cock off, her circling fingers continually teasing his head. 

"You'll have claimed all of me." Miley continued to whisper seductively. "You've already marked me with your seed, Charlie, in my tummy and in my womb... you've sprayed your scent all over my body... all that's left is my ass. And tonight I am going to give it to you."

"Oh fuck... Miley..." Charlie's head laid back against the seat, his eyes lidding with pleasure.

"Tell me before you cum..." Miley reminded him, now jacking Charlie off with increased fervor. "I'd hate to get your mess all over this handsome tuxedo of yours. Do you want to shoot?"

"I'm close..." Charlie said with a raspy voice.

"I hope I can swallow it all, your cock always give me so much of its juice..."

Charlie's entire body twitched, "Miley!"

Miley giggled at Charlie's urgency, slowing her hand down. "Are you going to cum, baby?"

Charlie nodded quickly, feeling the impending orgasm boil over in his scrotum.

"Don't worry, I've got you..." Miley said, leaning over. "Just imagine your big cock is surrounded by my tight bottom, and how it will feel to blow your thick gooey load inside my ass."

"Oh god!" Charlie exploded just as Miley got her lips around the head of his cock.

Miley jacked his length with a delicate grip, milking Charlie's load into her mouth. Her throat worked swiftly as she swallowed it all down...

=====

As an exquisite locale for banquet dining and festivities, the Garden Room was hard to beat. It catered to events like proms and wedding receptions, featuring a large dining area and dance floor complete with a stage. The back wall was entirely made of glass, overlooking the garden that gave the place its namesake; gushing fountains, flowers, and trees made up the beautiful lawn, with cobbled pathways and romantic benches set amidst string lights and candle-lit lamps.

As soon as Charlie and Miley got their picture taken together at the entrance, they entered the banquet area.

"Stacy!" Miley squealed upon spotting her best friend, who was standing next to her date Adrian.

"Oh my god Miley you look gorgeous!" Stacy exclaimed as the two girls embraced.

"So do you!" Miley said, examining Stacy's elegant blue dress. Her generous curves looked outstanding in the clingy garment.

Adrian Miller grinned at the girls, then nodded "Hey Charlie." He held out his hand.

Charlie hesitantly shook Adrian's hand, "Hey there." Adrian was in the popular crowd, and Charlie felt a bit nervous despite himself, even though Adrian had never picked on him in the past.

"Charlie you look /amazing/." Stacy said, lifting a kiss to his cheek. "Almost as yummy as Adrian."

"Oh, heh..." Charlie's cheeks colored a little. "Thanks. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you."

Stacy claimed Adrian's hand again. "I gave Charlie some dance lessons." she informed her date proudly.

"Smart thinking, White." Adrian winked. "I wish I would have thought of that; I asked my mom..."

Charlie grinned at that, Adrian's charm putting him at ease.

"So where are we sitting?" Miley wondered, looking amidst the many round cloth-covered tables.

"Anywhere we like, I guess." Adrian replied.

"Do you guys mind if Brian and Cassie sit with us?" Charlie asked, looking around the crowd of students for his friend.

"Of course not." Stacy said, moving alongside Adrian towards a table.

The boys pulled chairs out politely for the girls as the foursome claimed a table.

"There's bread out... thank god, I'm starving." Stacy took a piece from a basket waiting on the table. "You want some Miley?"

"Oh, no thanks." Miley replied. "I, um... had an appetizer in the limo."

Charlie coughed and reached for his water. He saw Brian and Cassie over the rim of his glass as he took a drink, and lifted a wave so they would see him and come join the table.

"Look at Brian!" Stacy said, "He looks so cute in a tux."

"Totally, and Cassie looks adorable in that pink dress." Miley added.

"Adrian, you know Brian, right?" Charlie asked as Brian and his date reached the table. "And Cassie?"

"Sure." Adrian replied, "You two look great."

"Hi everyone." the redheaded Cassie smiled to the table as she and Brian joined them.

Charlie watched as his friends greeted one another and began talking. He looked around at all the other students as well, noticing that for the first time in his high school career no one was calling him and Brian a 'geek' or a 'dork'. It was like prom was a right of passage into adulthood, and everyone was above the pettiness of high school cliques. But of course, the night was still young...

=====

"...had such a great time." Cassie was saying to the table after the meal was served and everyone was eating. She was describing her and Brian's first date. "Brian was such a gentleman. He bought me flowers and introduced himself to my father, and asked his permission to take me out. It was really sweet."

"Brian! I didn't know you were so old-fashioned." Stacy teased the blushing Brian.

"Well they say the path to a woman's heart is through her father." Adrian claimed with a grin.

"Well, I figured if that failed there's always money and jewelry." Brian joked.

Charlie laughed with the others as he got up from the table. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go to the restroom."

"Don't be long, okay baby?" Miley urged. "I think the principle is going to announce the prom king and queen soon..."

"I'll be right back." Charlie promised.

Charlie meandered through the dining area and out into a long hall, looking for the restrooms. He saw a sign at the far end and started that way, but a voice calling his name gave him pause.

"Charlie... hey Charlie wait up..."

"Darla?" Charlie turned.

Darla was wearing a white gown that barely contained her sizable cleavage and clung tightly to the rest of her body. "Hey Charlie."

"What's up?" Charlie wondered.

"Nothing." Darla smiled brightly, "I just wanted to say hi, and tell you how handsome you look. Nice tux, fits you perfect."

"Oh, um, thanks Darla. You look really nice too."

"Thank you. You're always such a sweetie. So listen..." Darla started, pushing a hand through her blonde hair. "I was wondering if you'd dance with me later?"

"Oh, um..." Charlie remembered Miley's reaction just a couple of weeks prior when she saw he and Darla talking in the school hallway. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm here with Miley and..."

"Oh come on Charlie, please?" Darla took Charlie's hand and stepped closer to him. "Just one dance?"

Charlie backed up as Darla kept moving closer until his back hit the hallway wall, "Well, maybe... I just don't want to make Miley mad, and..."

"It would be really nice if we could dance..." Darla said, "I really like you Charlie, you're so cute and you look so handsome tonight..."

Charlie was taken completely by surprise as Darla suddenly pressed herself against him, sandwiching Charlie against the wall. She grabbed his hands and pulled them around her hips to her ass, then lifted her lips to his.

"Charlie?!?" came a shocked voice from down the hall.

Charlie turned to see Miley, quickly disengaging himself from Darla. He literally had to push her away from himself. "Miley...!"

"How could you Charlie!?!" Miley yelled, her expression a mixture of anger and betrayal.

"Miley, no, it's not what it looks like..."

"It looked like you had your hands all over that bitch's ass!" Miley scolded.

Darla tried to contain her smile and did her best to look innocent.

"Miley, she kissed me, I didn't..." Charlie tried to explain.

"Go to hell Charlie!" Miley practically spat, mascara running down her cheeks. She turned and stalked back to the dining area.

"Miley wait!" Charlie started, then turned back to Darla, "Why did you do that?"

Darla shrugged, looking pleased with herself. "That little cunt had it coming. She thinks she's so much better than me."

"Stay away from her, okay?" Charlie glared, "And stay away from me!"

Darla snorted, "Whatever. After you two break up, give me a call. You never know, we might have some fun together Charlie."

Charlie just shook his head, then chased after Miley.

=====

Stacy was at the punch bar with Brian, the two of them getting drinks, when she saw Miley approach with tears streaming down her face. "Miley...?"

"Stacy..." Miley sobbed, "It's Charlie..."

"What is it?" Stacy urged, concerned, "Miley what happened?"

"I just caught him with Darla." Miley sniffed, wiping a hand across her cheek. "They were making out and..."

"Dude, no way..." Brian said.

"Charlie and Darla?" Stacy asked, surprised. "Miley, that's not even possible. Charlie adores you, he would never..."

"I saw them!" Miley exclaimed, "His hands were all over that slut's ass..."

"It's got to be a mistake." Stacy said. "You know how Darla operates, Miley. Charlie would never cheat on you."

"You think so?" Miley sniffled, suddenly doubting herself.

"Man, Charlie and Darla... who would have thought?" Brian contemplated.

"Brian!" Stacy scolded, then turned back to Miley. "Honey, Charlie was just with us five minutes ago, why would he suddenly get up and go start making out with Darla? It doesn't make any sense. You know how your temper overrules your common sense. Remember when you thought Charlie was sleeping with me?"

"Maybe you're right..." Miley started, then was interrupted by the principle as he stepped onto the dance floor stage with a microphone.

=====

Charlie ran into the dining area, but his fellow classmates were standing and milling all over. He looked everywhere but couldn't see much through the sea of people; Miley wasn't visible anywhere amidst the crowd. 

Then he heard the principle take the stage.

"Welcome everyone, to your senior prom." The principle said. "Before we start the dance, it's time to announce this year's royalty and crown our prom king and queen!"

Charlie continued to scan the crowd, ignoring the principle, hoping to spot Miley or even Stacy. He didn't know what he would say to make Miley understand, but he had to try. He wasn't about to let Darla ruin Miley's night.

Opening the envelope, the Principle announced "This year's prom king is... Adrian Miller!"

Charlie saw Adrian as he started towards the stage amidst cheers and applause. Charlie spotted Cassie nearby Adrian, but none of his other friends and no hint of Miley.

"And your prom queen is... Millicent Andrews!"

=====

Miley was stunned as the principle called her name, blinking in confusion and shock.

"Oh my god!" Stacy squealed excitedly, "Oh my god, you're the prom queen!"

"No..." Miley whispered, panicking. "No... I can't go up there. Stace, I'm a wreck!"

"Brian!" Stacy snapped, "Give me your hanky."

"My what?" Brian asked, dumbfounded.

"Your hanky!" Stacy hissed. "It's right there in your jacket pocket!"

"Huh?" Brian looked down at his chest and saw the hanky sticking out of his breast pocket, "Oh, right."

Stacy took the hanky and dabbed at Miley's cheeks, "Pull it together Miley, you've got to get up there. You're the queen!"

"Stace, I can't... I have to find Charlie..." Miley looked around franticly, hoping to spot Charlie. After getting over the shock of seeing him with Darla, she knew Stacy was right. Miley recalled how Charlie was against the wall, and how Darla was pushing herself on him...

Stacy wiped the mascara off Miley's face. "Miley! Snap out of it girl. Now get up there, we'll find Charlie, okay? Everything will work out."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 08



Miley nodded, relenting. "O-okay... okay."

"Let's split up and find him." Brian suggested to Stacy as Miley moved towards the stage.

=====

"Millicent Andrews??" the principle called again, "Where is our queen...? There she is! Let's hear it for your king and queen!"

Charlie finally spotted Miley as she took the stage beside Adrian. Charlie was about to head that way when Stacy caught up to him.

"Charlie!" Stacy called, "Charlie what happened?"

"Stacy?" Charlie turned, "Stacy you've got to believe me! Darla trapped me, she threw herself at me, I didn't... I swear... Miley saw us and..."

Stacy nodded, "I know, don't worry, she'll realize the truth... I talked some sense into her."

"You did?" Charlie looked relieved. "Oh man, Stacy you're a life savor."

"Don't sweat it." Stacy said, rubbing a soothing hand on Charlie's arm. "Now we just have to figure out how to stop Miley from killing Darla..."

"GEEK LOVER." came a sudden call from the crowd as the principle was placing a crown on Miley's head.

Charlie recognized Brock's voice, and turned to see Brock's jock cronies all around him laughing.

"Oh my god, that jerk..." Stacy looked Brock's way.

Other catcalls followed, and Miley started looking upset as Brock and his friends continued to laugh at her and yell their taunts.

"Students, please..." the principle urged from stage.

"Charlie you have to do something." Stacy said.

"What can I do?" Charlie replied.

"I don't know!" Stacy exclaimed helplessly, "But Miley's upset enough already, and she looks like she's ready to start crying again..."

"Shit..." Charlie cursed, then hurried towards the stage.

"There's the geek now!" Brock called from the crowd as Charlie climbed up onto the stage, and several people laughed.

Adrian had his arm around Miley, trying to comfort her as she was visibly upset. They both saw Charlie get on stage and ask the principle for the microphone.

"Can I have that?" Charlie asked the hapless principle, reaching for the mic. "Thanks."

"Oh my god..." Stacy lifted a hand to her forehead, watching Charlie from the crowd. "What is he doing?"

Charlie lifted the microphone to his mouth and faced the crowd, "Uh, hi everybody... wow, a lot of people out there..."

Several people called out things like 'geek' and 'dork', most of the voices coming from nearby Brock.

"That's right." Charlie said to everyone nervously. "Um, that's me, the class geek. It used to bother me when people called me that, or 'nerd' or whatever, but that all changed a while back. Someone really special made me realize that it didn't matter what people called me."

The crowd of students fell mostly quiet as Charlie spoke.

"As long as one incredible girl like Miley believed in me and supported me, it made all the teasing and name-calling suddenly easy to swallow." Charlie gained confidence as he continued, turning to face Miley directly. "I never thought in a million years I'd ever get a girl like Miley to even notice me, much less be my girlfriend. But here I am, and I consider myself the luckiest guy in the world. She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

Stacy covered her mouth in amazement.

"She doesn't need that crown..." Charlie spoke directly to Miley, eyes locked on hers. "Because to me she'll always be a queen. Maybe she's a 'geek lover', but if she'll have me this is one geek that will always treat her like royalty."

"Oh my god... Charlie." Miley slipped from Adrian's comforting arm and rushed across the stage towards Charlie.

Every girl in the building fought back a tear as Miley ran into Charlie's arms.

"Miley, I swear I would never cheat..." Charlie started to say, passing the microphone back to the principle.

"Shut up and kiss me." Miley said, tears dripping out of her eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness.

Nearly every student watching erupted into cheers and applause as Charlie and Miley embraced in front of their senior class and kissed...

=====

Charlie held Miley close as they danced to some slow music. Her head was against his chest and she had her arms around him in a clinging embrace.

"You trust me, right?" Charlie asked.

"Yes." Miley smiled against him.

"And you realize that Darla is out to destroy us?" Charlie added.

Miley giggled, "Yes."

"And you know there's no other girl I could ever want besides you?"

Miley looked up at Charlie's eyes, "Yes, I'm sorry I got so mad at you. You know how I get when my temper gets the best of me, I should have known Darla would pull something like this."

"You do have a legendary temper." Charlie winked.

"I know baby. Can you ever forgive me?"

Charlie sighed heavily with a grin, "I suppose..."

Miley beamed, "That was so romantic, what you said on stage in front of the whole class..."

"I was really nervous, I thought I was going to pee my pants." Charlie admitted.

Miley giggled, then laid her crowned head back on Charlie's chest as they continued to dance. She saw Brian and Cassie dancing nearby, the two holding each other almost as closely as Charlie and Miley were. "Look at them, they look so cute together."

Charlie glanced aside, "Yeah, I think they really like each other." He smirked, "Think Brian will get lucky?"

Miley laughed quietly, "I'm not sure... but I know you will."

=====

Stacy studied herself in the mirror closely, applying a fresh layer of lipstick. "You and Charlie looked great dancing together."

"He had a good teacher." Miley replied, doing the same thing one mirror over. Music leaked through the walls of the bathroom, but wasn't too loud. "How's it going with the prom king?"

Stacy smiled. "Just fine. He's been totally adorable all night."

"Adrian's a great guy." Miley said, digging in her purse for some more glitter. "You should totally sleep with him, fall in love, and have his babies."

Stacy burst out a laugh, "Whatever. As if."

"What? I'm going to have Charlie's babies..."

Stacy turned a look upon Miley, "Oh my god, please tell me you're not pregnant."

"Of course not." Miley replied. "I'm on the pill... I just mean, some day. You know?"

"You're serious." Stacy could tell.

Miley turned to face her friend, "Yeah. I love him, Stace. Somehow I just know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him. Did you hear him on that stage? He's the sweetest guy I could ever even imagine..."

The bathroom door opened, and both girls turned to see Brian's date.

"Hey Cassie." Miley smiled.

"Hi... I'm not intruding am I?" Cassie wondered.

"Hell no." Stacy answered. "Pull up a mirror, Miley was just telling me about her plans to get pregnant."

Miley laughed. "Don't listen to her."

Cassie smiled and moved to the mirror next to Miley, "You're really lucky, Charlie seems like a great guy. I can't believe he got up on stage like that."

"I know, right? But what about you and Brian...?" Miley fished, "Seems like things are going well?"

Cassie looked at her freckled face in the mirror, and played with her curly red hair. "He's really nice."

"Nice?" Stacy asked, "He's awesome."

Cassie glanced aside, "You think so?"

"Of course." Stacy said, "Since Miley and Charlie have been dating we've gotten to know Brian pretty good. He's funny, and smart, and totally friendly."

Miley nodded in agreement, spritzing some hair spray over her wound-up tendrils. "Brian's a sweetie, I hang out with him a lot."

"You do?" Cassie wondered.

"Sure, him and Charlie are best friends." Miley replied.

"That's cool." Cassie said. "I just... I almost turned him down for prom. I wasn't sure about coming with him because he's kind of... you know..."

"A geek?" Stacy blurted.

"Yeah." Cassie frowned at herself in the mirror. "Am I a horrible person for thinking that?"

Miley grinned. "Not at all, I had the same thoughts right before Charlie and I hooked up."

"You did?" Cassie turned towards the other girls.

Miley zipped up her purse, then put a hand to Cassie's shoulder. "Trust me when I tell you to embrace the geek. It can only bring you happiness. Brian's a great guy, and he'll treat you like a goddess."

"And who knows." Stacy added. "Maybe all the geeks in our school are as hung as Charlie."

"Oh my god." Miley rolled her eyes, "I have to go find my boyfriend..."

=====

"Dude, you've got to give me some pointers." Brian demanded as he scooped a ladle full of punch into his cup.

"I don't know what to tell you." Charlie replied honestly.

"Well, what did you say to get Miley in the sack for the first time?" Brian wondered.

"Nothing." Charlie answered. "She gave me a ride home from school one day, and the next thing I know she's got me in my room and pulling my pants off."

"You didn't say anything?"

Charlie shook his head. "Miley's always sort of been the aggressor in our relationship. At least when it comes to sex."

"You're worthless, you know that Charlie?" Brian sipped his punch. "I need a wingman. A Robin to my Batman, and you're totally letting me down here."

"Oh come on, Robin?" Charlie complained. "Why couldn't you use Nightwing? You know I hate Robin."

"Whatever dude. My point is I really want to score with Cassie and you're as useless as a foil-embossed holographic cover."

"You want my advice? Just be yourself and take it slow, if it's going to happen it'll happen."

Brian frowned, "Easy for you to say, not all of us have a nymphomaniac prom queen begging us for sex twenty-four hours a day. I need help, man! I've been a virgin for eighteen years and I'm sick of this shit."

Charlie laughed, "Um... all right. God, I can't believe I'm about to ask this..."

"What?" Brian demanded.

"Uh..." Charlie looked around to make sure no one could overhear. "How, um... how big is your dick?"

Brian didn't see that question coming, "What?!?"

"How big is your dick?" Charlie asked again, in a half-whisper.

"Dude, are you going homo on me?"

Charlie hissed, "Just answer me would you?"

"I don't know dude, I guess I've never measured." Brian considered.

"Guess." Charlie told him.

"Maybe eight inches?" Brian tried to fathom.

"Seriously?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, why? Is that big?" Brian wondered.

"I think so." Charlie replied, "And from what I can tell girls like them big. Once Cassie gets a look at yours you should be in good shape."

"Really?" Brian sounded hopeful. "Well how big is yours?"

Charlie shrugged. "About the same." he lied. When Charlie saw Miley approaching, he patted Brian's shoulder and said "Good luck buddy, I'm gonna go dance with my gal some more."

PART 2 - The Final Frontier

===========================

"It's perfect!" Miley said as her and Charlie entered their room at the Four Seasons Hotel. The suite was actually two rooms. It entered into a sitting room with an L-shaped couch, television, and a short bar. A stubby hallway, which connected to the bathroom, led to the large bedroom that had another TV, a king-sized bed, and windows overlooking downtown Tallahassee.

"Wow, it's bigger than I thought it would be." Charlie looked around and set their overnight bags down.

"When do we have to check out?" Miley wondered, peeking into the bathroom and spotting a Jacuzzi-style tub.

"Not until noon Monday." Charlie replied, which meant they had two nights.

"We're totally skipping school on Monday..." Miley decided.

Charlie grinned, "I think a lot of seniors are."

Miley practically bounced into Charlie's arms, excited. "Two nights, all alone with my man..." She kissed him, lips full of passion, then grabbed Charlie by his jacket and tugged him towards the bedroom. "I had such a wonderful time tonight..."

"Even with the Darla fiasco?" Charlie asked, letting Miley help him out of his tuxedo coat.

"Mm-hm." Miley draped the jacket over the shoulders of a nearby chair. "And don't worry about her, I'll figure out a way to get even with that bitch."

"Just don't kill her or anything, okay?"

Miley let out a brief laugh, reaching to undo Charlie's bow tie. "We'll see." The cummerbund came off next.

"I wonder how Brian's doing?" Charlie mused.

"Did him and Cass get a hotel?" Miley asked.

"No, but I guess his parents are gone on vacation."

Miley started unbuttoning Charlie's crisp white shirt, "I bet he's getting lucky right now... you'll have to ask him if Cassie is a true redhead."

Charlie laughed, "I hope he cleaned his room."

Miley went for Charlie's pants after pulling his shirt off.

"Boy, you're not wasting any time..." Charlie commented.

Miley grinned at him, "I've wanted to get you naked all night, big guy. Haven't you wanted to do the same to me?"

Charlie slowly shook his head.

"No?" Miley asked, surprised.

"No." Charlie confirmed. "You look so gorgeous in that dress. I've never seen anything even half as beautiful as you are tonight."

"Charlie..." Miley bit her lower lip, then backed up and turned around in her dress. "You like it that much?"

"Yes."

Miley looked at herself in the dresser mirror, "I like it too, I love that you bought it for me."

Charlie stepped behind her, slipping his arms around Miley's waist and kissing her neck.

Miley tilted her head, giving Charlie better access. She lifted a hand to loosen her dark curly tendrils, letting them spill down. "Untie me?"

Charlie kept kissing her, working his lips down to her shoulder. His hand unworked the drawstring at the small of Miley's back, which allowed her to wriggle the dress to a silky puddle on the floor.

"Damn baby, I was wrong. /That's/ the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Charlie was looking at Miley's reflection in the mirror, over her shoulder. She wore a pair of lacy red panties, a matching garter strap around one thigh, and her high heels. The dress didn't allow for a bra, so her pink-nippled breasts were fully bared, along with the rest of her tan body.

Miley turned and started to help Charlie remove the rest of his clothing. She couldn't believe that he was already erect when she pulled his boxers off. "Charlie... you've already got a boner."

"Yeah" Charlie breathed out a laugh. "I can't help it, you look so sexy right now."

Miley beamed at him, "Want me to leave my heels and garter strap on while we fuck?" She bent and pushed her panties off.

"Yeah." Charlie nodded. "That's totally hot."

Miley giggled, looking at herself in the mirror. "I look like a stripper."

"You're way hotter than any stripper." Charlie commented, having a hard time keeping his eyes off Miley's heart-shaped backside.

"Flatterer." Miley teased. "Oh! Where'd you put my bag?"

"Uh, by the door..."

"You just sit down on the bed there baby..." Miley had to trot in her heels, moving for her bag. "I'll be right back."

Charlie sat on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?" he called.

Miley reappeared moments later, a bottle of clear lube in her hand. "Look what I have..." She also grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed.

"You came prepared..."

Miley had a twinkle to her blue eyes as she knelt in front of Charlie and twisted the cap off her bottle. "There's no way I can get your monster in my back door unless we get him real slippery..."

"I can't believe we're going to do this." Charlie watched Miley squeeze some of the lube out into her palm. "I've never even thought about anal sex. I mean, I've thought about it, but I've never..."

"You still want to, right?" Miley started to grease Charlie's penis with her palm. "It's going to pain me terribly, but I want to know if I can take you back there."

"Are you sure, Miley? I don't want to hurt you..."

Miley started jacking Charlie off, twisting her grip and coating his shaft with the slippery lubrication. "I want to be yours, Charlie. I want to be your woman."

"You are my woman..."

Miley shook her head at him, "After tonight I will be. After you give me a good fucking in my ass. Then you'll have claimed me, and my body will be yours."

"God, that's so kinky." Charlie watched Miley coat his hard member thoroughly.

Miley grinned at him, then stood up in her heels. She handed the bottle of lube over, then wiped her hand off onto the hotel towel. "Make sure you lube up my anus real good, okay? You're so big you might tear me otherwise."

Charlie looked worried at that, but nodded as Miley crawled onto the bed.

Situating herself on her hands and knees, Miley presented her backside to Charlie. "Get me real slick, okay baby?" she said as Charlie started applying the lube to her anal entrance. "Mm, your finger feels nice. Kinda tickles."

"Are you ready?" Charlie said, wiping his hand and getting on his knees behind Miley.

Biting her lip as she looked over her shoulder, Miley nodded. "Go easy, okay? You're so big... go real slow."

Laying his hands on Miley's butt cheeks, Charlie spread them apart and maneuvered with his hips until the head of his cock was in position. "You're opening is so small..."

"It's okay." Miley assured him, "Just slowly push your head in, I'll stretch for you I promise."

Charlie nodded, "Okay." and started to push. Miley's anus was tight, and resisted the invasion, but Charlie took his shaft in hand and pressed harder. The crown of his penis started squeezing into the small passage.

"Oh fuck Charlie..." Miley groaned. "Oh fuck. Go slow... oh god."

Suddenly, the head of Charlie's penis popped past Miley's anal ring.

"OH FUCK!!!" Miley exclaimed.

"Are you okay?" Charlie froze.

Miley nodded, "You're so fucking big, oh my god... just hold on a sec. Let me stretch out for you okay baby?"

Charlie remained motionless, his hands on Miley's ass.

Miley took her torso weight off her arms, laying on the side of her face with her butt in the air, impaled on Charlie's erection. "Okay... okay go slow... go real slow..."

"It's so tight..." Charlie said, easing a bit more into Miley's ass.

"Does it feel good?" Miley asked.

"Yes... fuck yes." Charlie replied. The lube was doing its job, and before long Charlie had about three inches of his length into her. He'd pull back until he felt the head of his cock bump against Miley's entrance, then ease his way back in.

"Jesus Charlie... I feel so full. Your cock is filling my ass, stretching me..."

"It feels so fucking good." Charlie curled his hands around Miley's sides, caressing her tummy with his palms as he slowly humped more of his length into her.

"Oh my god!!!" Miley yelled when Charlie's cock hit a pleasurable spot, about six inches into her.

"Am I hurting you?" Charlie paused.

"No! No that's it, keep fucking me..." Miley urged.

Charlie resumed his slow humping motion.

Miley gasped every time Charlie pumped his cock inward and hit that sweet spot. "Deeper Charlie... fuck my ass deeper..."

With two handfuls of Miley's hips, Charlie worked his shaft even further into Miley's depths. "This feels so good Miley, you're so tight... so warm... I can feel your ass clenching on my cock. It feels so fucking good."

"Oh baby..." Miley whimpered, "Oh my fucking god... you're fucking my ass so good. Harder Charlie, fuck me harder? Fuck your big thing into my ass... fuck my ass and claim it as yours..."

Charlie increased the power of his motions, fucking himself into Miley. With each thrust he went a touch deeper, until at least seven inches of his length disappeared into her. But that's where he hit the wall.

Miley slipped a hand beneath her and started rubbing between her legs, "So fucking good... your cock is amazing. My body belongs to it Charlie. My body belongs to your cock now. I've become your fuck-thing..."

Charlie started grunting in arousal at Miley's dirty talk, his hips pumping swiftly.

"As soon as you shoot your load into my ass you'll consummate your ownership of me... I'll be your woman." Miley masturbated herself vigorously, the sensations of Charlie's cock driving her wild. "Tell me I'm your's Charlie... say it..."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 08



"You're mine..." Charlie gasped.

"Tell me..." Miley begged.

"You're mine!" Charlie repeated. "You belong to me...!"

"More!" Miley urged, wanting to hear him talk dirty, her fingers a blur on her clitoris.

"You're fucking mine Miley, you're sexy little body is my thing... my fuck-toy!"

"OH FUCK!" Miley screamed as her orgasm arrived.

"You're my slutty whore, Miley..." Charlie continued, pounding his dick into her ass. "My woman... my possession..."

"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." Miley squirmed in orgasm, the most powerful she had ever experienced. "I'm fucking cumming... I'm fucking cumming so hard... oh my god... I'm yours... I'm yours body and soul... oh god this is so fucking nasty..."

"I'm going to cum!" Charlie grunted as he felt Miley's orgasm in her ass, her muscles clenching around his length. "Uhn! Uhn!"

His cock expanded, as always, when Charlie's orgasm arrived. But there was little room in Miley's tight anal cavity for expansion. The sensation of his semen traveling through and out his cock was increased tenfold because of the tight pressure, and Charlie thought he would explode from the pleasure.

Miley felt the power of Charlie's ejections; she felt Charlie's warm jizm flood her insides, and it was the most unbelievable sensation she ever felt. "I can feel it! I can feel your goo inside me... oh god Charlie...!"

Charlie's chest was heaving heavily with his labored breath, and he nearly collapsed over Miley when his orgasm subsided, catching himself on an outstretched arm. Miley was still mewing beneath him, caught up in the glowing after-effects of her and the filling sensation of Charlie's cock and semen.

Miley whimpered when Charlie slowly drew himself out of her, his cock head clinging to her anal ring before popping out. She felt suddenly and horribly empty.

"Oh shit..." Charlie suddenly said, reaching for the towel. "Sweetie, I'm leaking out of you..."

Miley giggled softly and didn't move as Charlie lifted the towel under her bottom. "You shot a lot of stuff." she said, her voice soft with content. "I could feel it, every bit of it."

"That was really dirty sex." Charlie grinned.

"I know, right?" Miley smiled back, rolling to her side. "We should probably take a shower. You're going to have to clean my ass up for me baby, I'm all sticky with lube and your cum."

"I don't mind." Charlie assured her.

"I'm yours now, Charlie." Miley said. "I really feel that way, you know? Like you have claimed me. I'm your woman, totally and completely."

Charlie laid down next to Miley, spooning her into his arms. "You're an amazing woman, Miley, and I am the luckiest guy ever. I love you."

Miley wriggled back against Charlie. "I love you too baby. Thank you for a great prom."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 09



PART 1 - Three's Company

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Charlie's eyes fluttered open and he wondered where he was. It wasn't his bedroom, he knew, blinking at the unfamiliar environs. Then Charlie remembered he was in a hotel room at the Four Seasons; soon after that memory came to him, Charlie realized what awoke him and he looked down towards his legs. Miley was there, suckling on his erect penis, swirling her tongue around his circumcised crown. She was curled up beside him on the bed, naked, and had her neatly-manicured fingers around the base of Charlie's shaft as she licked on it and fondled him ever-so gently with her lips.

"Miley?" Charlie's voice was groggy.

Glancing up to Charlie's regard, Miley smiled. "Good morning." Her dark curly tendrils were a twisted mess; not that it detracted from her beauty in any way, at least not to Charlie.

"What are you doing?" Charlie wondered the obvious; not that he minded.

"Saying good morning to your cock." Miley gave Charlie's length several slow strokes, "You were sleeping, but it was already hard and poking me in the hip."

"Huh." Charlie couldn't remember if he was having a sexy dream or not; it wasn't unusual for him to wake up with an erection, regardless.

Miley teased Charlie's soft underside with her long red-painted nails, making his penis twitch as she cooed at it, "Isn't that right baby? Even though Charlie was asleep you wanted me to wake up and pay attention to you..."

Charlie loved it when Miley talked to his penis, as though it had a mind of its own (which sometimes seemed to be the case). It aroused him, as all her dirty talk did.

Miley licked at the little cleft of Charlie's cock head, on its underside, where it was real sensitive. She teased that spot with the tip of her tongue before going to back to slowly stroking her grip up and down his entire length. "Miley's here sweetie, mama will play with you..." She glanced back up to Charlie, "You don't mind do you baby?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, of course not, by all means." He propped himself up on his elbows to watch.

Her ocean-colored eyes twinkled at Charlie before Miley turned back to his penis, pushing a wad of saliva out of her mouth. It hung on her lower lip for a few brief moments before falling onto Charlie's erection, and Miley promptly coated the slick spit over the entire length of Charlie's member. "Your cock likes it when you sleep with me, Charlie. I felt it poking into me a couple times last night... like it was saying hello."

Charlie watched as Miley took his head between her lips again, and exhaled a quick breath when he felt her tongue flick against the slit at the top of his penis. Her mouth felt warm and divine.

Miley had a certain way of jerking Charlie off, where her grip was tight and would bump into the ridge of Charlie's crown on the upstroke, then move all the way back down to the base of his shaft and give it a firm extra squeeze before repeating the motion. It drove Charlie wild as Miley seemed to know exactly how to coax an orgasm out of him in short order.

"I'm going to play with you all day." Miley told Charlie's cock as she continued to masturbate him with agonizingly slow strokes. "I'll give you lots of attention, and we'll get all that nasty hot goo out of your balls..."

Charlie groaned a little as Miley let go of him. She watched while his cock throbbed in the air, fascinated by the way his pee slit gaped open and leaked its clear pre-cum. It seemed to grow even more firm and needy when free of her hand.

"Look at the way your cock gets all hard and throbby when I'm not touching it..." Miley said, staring. "It's like a peacock, puffing itself up to attract the attention of its mate."

Charlie would have laughed if he wasn't so turned on.

Miley dragged a finger tip against the top of Charlie's cock, then drew a strand of his pre-cum to her mouth. She licked the sticky fluid off her lips, then gathered some more to taste. "Look at it Charlie, your cock is desperate for me. It wants me to give it regular milkings, so its balls aren't so burdened by all your cum."

"Trust me sweetie..." Charlie's voice was raspy with need. "I'm well aware."

Miley grinned at him, then wrapped her fingers around Charlie once more. "It's like a stick of solid steel." she said, squeezing and resuming her masturbation. "It's fucking amazing. Every girl should have at least one opportunity in their lives to get their hands on a cock this magnificent."

"You can have it whenever you like..." Charlie said.

"Mmm, I'm so lucky." Miley pushed out another mouthful of saliva, spreading it over Charlie's cock until it glistened. She regarded his penis fondly while stroking it with slender fingers, "I get to have this big thing servicing me for the rest of my life."

Charlie blinked. That was the first time either of them had ever mentioned 'the rest of their lives'.

"It's a shame for me to be so selfish." Miley continued to talk. "But I know your cock adores me. It loves the way I'm always rubbing it and kissing it..."

Charlie groaned lightly when Miley leaned forward and drew him back into her lips, this time swallowing several inches while squeezing the base of his shaft. Her tongue swathed back and forth against Charlie's tender underside, caressing his cock within her mouth.

Miley bobbed her head up and down, letting the texture of her lips tease the skin of Charlie's erection, then spit him out and began to jack him off much faster than before. "Your balls are getting puffy... I wonder if I jacked you off all day if we could ever get them empty?"

"Oh god..." Charlie moaned, taking his weight off his elbows and laying back down on the bed.

"All that thick creamy goo, erupting out of you like a volcano." Miley made no secret of her obsession over watching Charlie orgasm. "I bet if I kept jerking you off you wouldn't ever get soft... I could just keep pumping loads out of you until your balls were completely drained."

"Oh my god... Miley." Charlie's hips started bucking as Miley increased her stroking motion, masturbating him vigorously.

"What a mess that would be Charlie, your sticky sperm shooting out over and over. You cum so much baby, we'd have it everywhere..."

Charlie gasped as Miley quite suddenly let go of his penis, letting it bob in the air with the absolute need to cum. "Miley...!?"

Miley watched with rapt fascination as Charlie's cock twitched and throbbed, pre-cum pouring out of its tip like tree sap. "Jesus Charlie... look at how thick you get when you're this aroused. It like a fucking shampoo bottle."

"Miley... please..." Charlie begged.

Miley dragged her fingernails down the underside of his pulsing length, causing Charlie's entire body to shiver. "You're right on the edge, aren't you baby?"

Charlie nodded swiftly, his mouth agape.

"What does that feel like?" Miley asked curiously, cradling his taut balls into her hand and giving them a squeeze.

"It's... it's like..."

"Tell me Charlie, I want to know what you're feeling."

"It's like... the inside of my cock is on fire..."

Miley grinned wickedly, "That's your cock wanting to show me how powerful it is, by giving me it's hot load of seed. Your cock is always trying to impress me, Charlie, by showing me how much it can cum. I know it wants to impregnate me, to fill my womb with your little baby-making spermies. If I wasn't on the pill I'd be with your child already..."

"Jesus... Miley... please... I want to cum so bad."

Miley curled her fingers around Charlie's shaft once more and squeezed. She started to stroke him agonizingly slow, her hand barely moving. "Come on sweetie..." she said to the cock. "It's okay, you can shoot for me now. Show me how much you love me by spitting up your messy."

Charlie was gasping and moaning. He could feel his orgasm right there, ready to flow out, but Miley was stroking him so slowly that it seemed to just simmer at the base of his cock.

"Come on..." Miley was talking to Charlie's member like it were a newborn child. "Come on baby... I know you can do it. Give me your cum... show me how many of your little baby-making seeds you can shoot out at once..."

Grunting, Charlie convulsed. The first rope of his cum shot almost all the way to his neck, leaving a long bead of pearly semen across his chest. Miley finally started masturbating him with authority, milking his pumping cock as several more eruptions of seed shot out across Charlie's torso. His face was a twisted agony of pleasure as Charlie's orgasm consumed his entire awareness, only subsiding as the last of his sperm dribbled out the tip of his cock to mingle into a puddle amidst his pubic hair.

Miley smiled as Charlie's entire body slumped into a relaxed position on the bed. She crawled up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Good morning lover."

"I think I need a shower..." was all Charlie could say.

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Miley was slipping on one of the hotel robes, a comfy white cotton thing, when she heard her cell phone ring. She padded over to the dresser where it lay and saw that it was Stacy calling.

"Hey girlfriend." Miley answered.

"Hey babe, what are you doing?" came Stacy's voice.

"Nothing." Miley replied. "Charlie's in the shower and I was thinking about room service."

"I'm coming up." Stacy declared.

"Cool." Miley agreed.

Stacy and her prom date, Adrian, had gotten a room at the same hotel and were only two floors down so it came as no surprise that Stacy wanted to come say hi. Miley walked into the sitting-room portion of the suite and opened the door out into the hallway just enough that it wouldn't lock, then sat on the couch and reached for the television remote to channel surf while waiting for her best friend.

Stacy rapped on the door moments later and let herself in as Miley was flipping through channels. Stacy looked completely casual, her blonde hair tied into a pony tail; she was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. As soon as she saw Miley, Stacy blurted "You are not going to believe the night I had..."

Miley lowered the volume on the television and looked to her best friend. "So you and Adrian hit it off, huh?"

"Hardly." Stacy leveled a frank look at Miley.

"What? What happened? You two were getting along so great at the dance?"

"Everything was going fine." Stacy explained, sitting right next to Miley on the couch. "Right up until the point he took his pants off."

Miley looked insanely curious, her eyes wide with the prospect of gossip.

"Have you ever wondered why Adrian never has a girlfriend?" Stacy asked. "Despite being one of the cutest guys at school?"

"He's never even dated anyone from our class, has he?" Miley wondered. "I figured he went out with college girls or something."

Stacy shook her head knowingly.

Miley breathed in sharply and lifted a hand to cover her mouth, "No way..."

Stacy nodded slowly.

Miley repeated "No way!" in disbelief.

"Miley, he's hung like a flea." Stacy confirmed.

"You can't be serious!"

"It gets worse." Stacy promised. "I laughed."

Miley gasped, "You didn't..."

"I did. I couldn't help myself. Miley, it was absolutely puny."

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I spent the next two hours listening to Adrian whine about how small his dick is, and how he's so ashamed of showing it to anyone. He won't even date." Stacy sounded irritated. "He's still a virgin."

"That's awful! Oh honey, I'm sorry your night went so terribly." Miley put her arm around Stacy's shoulders and hugged her. "Where's Adrian now?"

"He left late last night. I tried to tell him we could still... you know, but he was too embarrassed." Stacy sighed. "God, I'm so horny."

"You're starting to sound like me." Miley bit her lower lip and considered for a moment, then gave Stacy a curious glance.

Stacy looked back, "What?"

"Are you going to tell me?" Miley asked.

"Tell you what?"

"How small are we talking?" Miley half-whispered.

"I shouldn't..." Stacy sounded hesitant.

"Stacy!" Miley pleaded.

"You won't tell anyone? Not even Charlie?"

"I promise." Miley swore.

"Okay... like, not even four inches?"

Miley's jaw fell open. "Erect?"

"Erect." Stacy confirmed.

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Charlie climbed out of the shower and reached for one of the hotel towels and wrapped it around his waist. Pushing a brush through his brown hair, he glanced down to the floor and saw Miley's panties from last night. They were red and see-through lacy. Charlie picked them up and smiled, remembering how hot their anal sex had been the night previous. It was making him horny, and erect.

With a devilish grin, Charlie opened the bathroom door and heard the television coming from the sitting room. He opened his towel and displayed his naked body. "Hey Miley, check it out. I'm already hard again... oh shit!"

Both girls turned to look, and then erupted into a fit of giggles as Charlie exposed himself to them, his massive erection on full display.

"Stacy??? Jeez!" Charlie quickly closed his towel and dashed into the bedroom of their suite, disappearing.

Miley was beside herself with laughter.

"Oh my god." Stacy said in amazement, as soon as Charlie vanished.

"I know." Miley was still giggling.

Stacy turned an stunned expression onto Miley and repeated. "Oh my god!"

Miley nodded at her, confirming for Stacy that she didn't imagine what she saw.

"Miley... his thing... it's fucking huge!" Stacy hissed quietly.

"I told you it was big." Miley reminded.

"Yeah but I had no idea. I mean, how do you...?"

"I stretch." Miley explained simply.

"I don't believe it." Stacy sounded exasperated. "It just figures. You've got a geek with a foot long cannon, and I end up with a prom king that has a three-inch French fry."

"Stay here." Miley urged, getting up. "I better make sure my man is okay, he can be kind of shy."

Stacy nodded, still amazed at the sight she had seen.

=====

"Why didn't you warn me?" Charlie complained, slipping on a pair of boxer shorts.

"Well, I didn't know you were planning on jumping out of the bathroom and flashing your high hard one..." Miley was grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm so embarrassed..."

"Why? Believe me Charlie; you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Stacy was totally impressed."

"Impressed?" Charlie was unable to fathom what Miley was talking about. "She saw me naked!"

"So? You've got nothing to hide baby. You have to trust me; you don't have anything Stacy hasn't seen before." Miley placed a calming hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Well, except that you're a bit bigger than most girls are used to seeing..."

Charlie pulled a tee shirt over his head, "Are you sure it won't be weird?"

Miley grabbed Charlie's hand and tugged towards the bedroom door. "I promise."

Stacy was clicking the TV remote when Charlie and Miley came back out. Miley was still in her robe, while Charlie had his boxers and a tee shirt on. Stacy smirked their way, "Nice show you put on earlier, Charlie. A little quick, but very entertaining."

Charlie blushed, "Sorry about that..."

"It's okay..." Stacy said. Her eyes went right to the crotch of Charlie's boxer shorts.

Charlie shifted a little uncomfortably under Stacy's obvious scrutiny.

"Stacy!" Miley smirked.

Stacy snapped her gaze to Miley, "Yeah hon?"

"You got x-ray vision or something?" Miley inquired.

"I'm... oh my god." Stacy looked embarrassed. "Sorry."

Miley bit her lip, considering. She remembered what she told Charlie, about every girl having a chance at a gigantic co at least once in their lives. And while Miley certainly wasn't ready to share Charlie with just anyone, Stacy was different. 

Standing beside Charlie, Miley took his arm and looked up at his face. "You trust me right?" she whispered.

"Yeah...?" Charlie answered.

Miley turned to Stacy, "Do you want to see it again?"

"What!?" Charlie and Stacy asked in unison.

"Don't freak out, Charlie..." Miley pleaded. "I just thought we could, you know, show it to her."

"I-I don't know..." Charlie stammered. "I'm sure Stacy wouldn't be comfortable with..."

"I'd love to see it again." Stacy blurted with an eager edge to her voice.

Miley grinned.

"Hang on..." Charlie hesitated. "This is a little weird..."

"It's okay Charlie. Stacy is my best friend, which practically makes her your best friend. I just want to show it to her... I'm proud of your big thingy."

"Brian is my best friend too." Charlie countered. "But that doesn't mean we show each other our dicks!"

"That's different." Miley giggled. "He's a boy. We're a couple of pretty girls...?"

Stacy nodded in agreement with Miley, hoping to get another peek at Charlie's big package.

"I don't know..."

"I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable Charlie." Stacy assured gently, "All I want to do is... see it."

Charlie took a heavy breath and glanced at Miley.

"It's okay baby." Miley smiled. "Nothing is going to happen, and this'll stay just between us three. I want her to see it."

"All right, I guess it's not that big of deal." Charlie finally agreed. "As long as you're okay with it..."

Miley kissed his cheek, then hurried over to the couch and sat next to Stacy, whose eyes were glued on Charlie's crotch. 

Charlie hooked his thumbs under the elastic band of his boxers and slowly pushed them down his thighs. Stacy was holding her breath in anticipation, and Miley was bubbling with pride. Charlie lifted one leg out of his boxers, then the other, straightening to stand naked from the waist down in front of the women. His penis hung limply, but even in the flaccid state it was bigger than anything Stacy had seen before.

"Jesus." Stacy said, staring.

"Isn't it awesome?" Miley asked rhetorically.

Stacy was in awe, "Can you make it... you know, erect again?"

"I don't know..." Charlie seemed shy and hesitant. "It's kind of weird standing here while you two stare at me."

"It's okay baby, we're just looking." Miley said. "You want me to help you?"

"You want to...?"

"Yeah." Miley nodded, "Come over here and stand closer."

Charlie walked over to Miley and stood next to the couch beside her, worry in his eyes.

"Don't get freaked out Charlie, it's cool." Stacy said in a soft voice. "I mean, you have a really nice cock, you have absolutely nothing to be shy about."

"This isn't even a little weird for you?" Charlie asked.

Stacy shook her head. "It's kind of cool, really. I've never seen a cock like yours."

Miley took Charlie's length into her hand, "I'm just going to rub you a little, okay Charlie? That way Stacy can see it when you're hard."

"This reminds me of the time Miley first came over to my house." Charlie said, growing a little more at ease with how calm the girls seemed. "She said she just wanted to look at it..."

Stacy grinned at Charlie, "Is that when she first jerked you off?"

"How did you know that?" Charlie wondered.

"I tell her everything." Miley said, caressing her hand up and down Charlie's length. He was starting to stiffen.

"Sometimes too much." Stacy added, her eyes back on Charlie's penis. "But not in this case... damn that thing is impressive."

"Charlie's cock always stands up real tall for me." Miley proudly said as she stroked him a few times, coaxing Charlie's penis to life.

"It's unreal." Stacy couldn't look away. "It's fucking huge. Damn Charlie, are all the guys in your family hung like you?"

"Um, I have no idea." Charlie replied. He was starting to grow more comfortable with the situation. Both girls seemed totally at ease with staring at his erection like it were a museum exhibit, and he had to admit to himself that it was a bit of a turn on to be showing himself to two females at the same time. But he was surprised Miley was so cool with it, as she had always seemed very possessive about his cock in the past.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 09



"You should see how much stuff shoots out when he cums." Miley said casually.

"Miley!" Charlie's cheeks reddened.

"What?" Miley grinned, still lightly fondling Charlie. He was fully erect now. "It's true."

"I'd like to see that." Stacy said in a quiet voice.

"C'mon you guys." Charlie fretted, "This is getting a little out of hand, don't you think?"

Miley glanced up at Charlie, "I'm sorry sweetie." She really didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "I'm just so proud of your big thing. It's fun showing it to someone... and it's only Stace. I wouldn't have asked had it been anyone else."

"Charlie..." Stacy smiled disarmingly. "I really like you, I do. You're a great guy, and you make my best friend so happy. I love you for that. But I'm not, like, attracted to you romantically, so it's not like there will ever be any crazy jealous triangle of drama between us. I just think you have an incredible cock. It would be fun, and kinda hot, to watch you... you know."

Charlie took a deep breath. "You two really know how to catch a guy off guard, you know that?"

Miley patted the couch with her hand and then got up, "Sit here baby, I'll go get some lotion."

Charlie took a seat next to Stacy, who moved to one end of the couch to make room. He felt a little uncomfortable sitting next to Stacy, completely naked and sporting a full erection, but the girls were doing a good job of putting him at ease.

"You're sure you're cool with this?" Stacy asked him.

Charlie nodded, "I guess so. It is kind of fun, actually. I just don't want Miley to think I'd ever cheat on her."

Stacy laughed. "It's not like you're cheating when she's right here."

"That's true." Charlie conceded as Miley returned. He watched her squeeze some lotion into her palm.

"I just gave him a hand job this morning." Miley explained as she sat back down next to Charlie and started rubbing the lotion over the surface of his erection. "So it might take me a while..."

Stacy watched Miley's hand very closely. "Take your time..." she muttered.

Miley curled up next to Charlie and pulled open her robe to expose her small breasts. "Take your shirt off." she suggested to Stacy. "Guys like looking at breasts."

Stacy nodded, distracted by the sight of Miley masturbating Charlie. "Okay." She peeled her tank top off and cast it aside, revealing her bra-clad 36C cleavage.

Charlie's cock pulsed in Miley's grip as he got an eyeful of Stacy's chest.

"He likes your tits, Stace." Miley giggled. "Touch mine, Charlie. Touch mine while you look at hers."

Stacy reached behind herself as Charlie slipped a hand to one of Miley's palm-sized breasts and groped on it lightly. He watched as Stacy unclasped her bra and let it fall off, revealing two near-perfect globes of enticing flesh.

Miley felt Charlie's boner turn to iron in her hand as he fondled her, while at the same time staring at Stacy's chest. "Do you like them?" she whispered. "Do you like her big boobs?"

Charlie nodded with heated arousal, watching Stacy trail her fingers over her own pink areola.

Stacy teased her nipples with her fingernails, causing them to swell and harden slightly. "You can touch them if you want, Charlie."

Charlie's eyes widened, surprised by how quickly things were moving. He glanced to Miley, seeking her permission with his eyes.

Miley kept her stroking hand moving real slow; she didn't want to over-excite Charlie too soon, and often paused with his crown in her grasp and just teased the tip of his cock with the flat of her thumb. "Would that turn you on baby? To touch her tits?"

"Yeah..." Charlie nodded.

"It's okay Charlie." Stacy assured him. "Go ahead and feel my tits. Tell me if you like them."

Slowly, Charlie lifted both of his hands to Stacy, gripping her breasts firmly in his hands. They felt incredible, much softer and pliant than he expected. "Th-they're nice..."

Miley watched with rapt interest as Charlie groped her best friend. She continued to slowly jack him off, though she was completely distracted and her arm was on auto-pilot. "This is getting pretty hot..."

"Yeah it is." Stacy agreed, squirming in her corner of the couch as Charlie kneaded his fingers into her flesh. "Do you guys mind if I touch myself? I'm so horny..."

Charlie's head started spinning. He hadn't expected to ever have the opportunity to fool around with two girls at the same time and it surprised him that Miley hadn't shown a hint of jealousy. "I don't mind." Charlie answered Stacy, encouraging her.

"This is getting you all hot, isn't it?" Miley murmured to Charlie. "Having two girls drooling over the sight of your big prick."

"Yes." Charlie admitted with a nod, watching Stacy unsnap her shorts; he let go of her breasts and turned to Miley and kissed her, giving her as much passion as he could with her lips. "I love you." he told her, feeling the need to assure Miley of that.

Miley smiled warmly, "I know. It's okay Charlie, you can play with Stacy. I want you to. Just don't put your cock in her, okay? I want my body to be the only thing your cock ever fucks."

Stacy seemed heedless of Charlie and Miley's exchange. She was staring at Charlie's erection with lusty eyes and slipped her hand beneath her shorts and panties. "I want to touch it..."

Miley took her hand off Charlie, letting his cock stand free and twitch in the air. It bounced against his stomach a couple of times and leaked its saline-like pre-cum. "It's really hard right now, so you can squeeze him real tight."

With one hand still buried beneath her panties, Stacy leaned forward and curled the fingers of her other hand around Charlie's shaft. "Oh my god... this thing is unbelievable..."

Unable to help himself, Charlie took hold of Stacy's breasts again, pressing her nipples into the center of his palms. He groped her while Stacy started sliding her grip up and down his length.

"Keep squeezing my tits Charlie." Stacy encouraged him. "That feels really good."

Watching Stacy masturbate herself and Charlie at the same time, while Charlie mauled his fingers into Stacy's soft globes, pushed Miley over the edge. She loosened the rope of her belt, leaned back into the side of the couch arm, and began to openly masturbate her shaved vagina. "Do it slow, Stacy... jerk him off slow. I don't want him to cum too soon."

Charlie leaned forward, leading with his tongue, and began licking one of Stacy's nipples. He teased it to a hard state, then began to suckle upon it. All the while, his hands never stopped squeezing into their spongy softness.

"Oh my god..." Miley whimpered with arousal, her finger dancing upon her clit while she watched. "This is getting so naughty..."

Stacy gasped; Charlie's mouth was sending shivers from her nipple to her pussy and she had to pause in her masturbations to hold her orgasm at bay. She lifted her fingers to Charlie, and he moved from sucking her tit to licking the honey off Stacy's glistening digits.

"Oh my god you guys... that's so fucking hot." Miley started squeezing one of her breasts as she masturbated. "Does she taste good, Charlie? Do you like Stacy's pussy juice?"

Charlie grunted his approval, sucking on the tip of Stacy's pointer finger. He could feel the hand on his cock increase its pace as Stacy squeezed his shaft tightly and masturbated Charlie with firm strokes.

Pulling her finger from Charlie's lips, Stacy curled her hand around the back of his head and guided his mouth back to her erect nipple. Once he was properly suckling on her again, she went back to masturbating herself.

"You're jacking my boyfriend off so good, Stace." Miley moaned. "Do you want to cum before we finish him?"

"Yes." Stacy squeaked in a wanton voice, letting go of Charlie's cock. "Let's do it together, so he can watch."

Charlie disengaged from Stacy's chest and sat up. He watched the two girls caress their clits, their fingers flicking across their buttons rapidly.

"Don't touch yourself Charlie..." Miley's voice wavered, already on the edge of exploding. "We want to watch you cum after..."

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Charlie was astounded at how comfortable the two girls were masturbating in front of him as well as each other.

"I'm close Miley..." Stacy gasped.

"Me too..." Miley winced in pleasure.

"Oh god... Miley... I'm going to cum..."

"Me too honey... oh Jesus... Charlie! Hold me!"

Charlie broke out of his hypnotic spell and leaned over to wrap Miley into his arms. She pressed against his side and began gasping over and over as her orgasm consumed her.

On Charlie's other side, Stacy rolled head back and was making similar noises with her mouth agape. "I'm cumming!" she screamed between gasps, "I'm fucking cumming so hard! Oh god! Oh god! Oh fuck!"

Miley was squirming in Charlie's arms, "Me too...! Oh shit... oh!... feels so good..."

"You two are so sexy... god damn." Charlie wanted to take his cock in hand and finish himself. He wanted to cum with them, but his hands were full of a writhing Miley and no force on Earth could make him let go when she asked him to hold her.

Stacy laid back against her corner of the couch after her orgasm finally ran its course, her breasts pancaking against her sternum. Miley too settled down, and she nuzzled and mewed softly against Charlie.

"That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen." Charlie declared.

Both girls giggled softly.

"Since we had to get ourselves off, I think Charlie should have to do the same." Stacy smiled across the couch towards Miley.

"You just want to watch my boyfriend jerk his big cock." Miley grinned back.

"I totally do." Stacy laughed.

Miley slipped off the couch, moving to her knees on the floor. She caressed Charlie's nearest leg "Do you want to cum on me baby?"

Charlie took himself by the hand, and before he could answer Stacy slid off the couch as well and knelt next to Miley. "You can shoot it on me too." she said.

"Shoot your stuff on us Charlie." Miley said to him in a seductive tone.

Stacy wriggled her torso, squeezing her breasts together and presenting them to Charlie.

"Oh god..." Charlie moaned, stroking himself.

"Are you close?" Miley wondered.

"I was..." Charlie replied. "Before you guys came..."

"Miley." Stacy said, getting her friend's attention. "I bet we can make him cum real fast."

"Oh my..." Miley worried with a smile, knowing Stacy's mind.

"Kiss me." Stacy said.

Charlie's eyes widened.

Miley giggled, "Okay..."

"No way..." Charlie watched as Miley and Stacy slowly leaned towards one another. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw their lips meet.

They put on a show for him. Stacy stuck her tongue out and Miley drew it into her mouth. Both girls closed their eyes and held each other as they began making out, sucking on each other's tongues and making loud smacking noises with their lips while kissing.

Charlie didn't know what hit him. His orgasm came within thirty seconds of watching the girls; before he even knew what was happening semen started shooting out from his cock. Warm ropes of it hit Miley and Stacy both, landing on their cheeks.

"Charlie!" Miley squeaked.

Stacy giggled loudly, "Oh my god!"

More fluid flew out and Miley quickly snared Charlie's cock and aimed it at Stacy's chest.

Both girls laughed and squealed like a pair of kids playing with a yard hose on a hot summer day. Meanwhile, Charlie was grunting with every heave of his cock, hips bucking so that his cum flew in wild beads all over both women.

"There's so much!" Stacy sounded astounded once Charlie's cock pulsed out it's last oozing drop. It was all over her chest and face.

"I know." Miley beamed. She wasn't quite as soiled, but several strands dripped from her breasts. "I have to deal with this every time."

"I can't believe you guys kissed..." Charlie sounded out of breath.

Stacy laughed. "Guys are so predictable. We've done that lots of times."

"You have?" Charlie asked in disbelief, looking to Miley for confirmation.

"We've dated a few of college guys." Miley said. "University parties tend to get kind of crazy... and boys always flip out when they see two girls kissing. You can get them to do /anything/ for you."

"Yeah." Stacy shrugged with a grin, "It's no big deal Charlie, at least not to us."

Miley lifted a kiss to Charlie's cheek. "Me and Stace better clean ourselves up; then will you take us to lunch? I'm starving."

"Yeah." Charlie said, still in a slight daze over what had just happened to him.

PART 2 - The Brave & the Bold

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Charlie sat with Miley and Stacy at a small round table in the corner of the hotel's restaurant. He was quiet, listing to the them talk about who had hot dresses the night before at prom, and who danced with who. It was remarkable to him that the girls appeared completely casual about what had just happened in the hotel room, as though nothing unusual had occurred.

But then again, Charlie thought, to them it probably hadn't been unusual. Miley had been a virgin when she and Charlie hooked up, he knew, but that didn't mean she hadn't fooled around with other guys before he came along. Who knew what she and Stacy had done in the past. Charlie tended to forget that Miley had a dating history prior to him, but this was all uncharted territory to him; Charlie had never even kissed a girl prior to Miley.

"...you okay babe?" came Miley's voice, interrupting Charlie from his thoughts. "You're awful quiet."

"Oh, uh... sorry." Charlie offered a smile. "I'm just listening."

"Come on Charlie, don't get all freaked out now." Stacy winked at him. "We were just having fun earlier, no big deal right?"

"It's not that..."

"What is it?" Miley reached her hand over to Charlie's.

"I was just thinking, I guess. About how different my life is." Charlie mingled his fingers between Miley's.

"I hope that's a good thing?" Miley looked concerned.

"Yeah, of course it is. If it wasn't for you two, I never would have gone to prom, and right now I'd probably be over at Brian's playing Dungeons & Dragons. Instead, I'm having lunch in a hotel with the two hottest girls at school... and we just had a threesome."

Stacy laughed. "Trust me Charlie, our lives are different too. Miley and I have never done anything like that before."

"You haven't? But you said..."

"We said we've kissed before." Miley interjected, "But that was just to make guys drool and fetch us beers. You've been my first for a lot of things; most things. Including this morning."

Charlie smiled at that.

"Order me a cheeseburger, okay lover?" Miley got up from her chair and kissed Charlie's forehead. "I'm gonna go to the ladies room..."

"Okay." Charlie picked up a menu and glanced at it.

Stacy watched Miley go, then turned back to Charlie "She loves you, you know."

Charlie nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"She trusts you too. She's never... ever... trusted a guy like she trusts you."

Charlie gave Stacy a curious look.

"Think about it Charlie. Think about what we just did. You and I had our hands all over each other, and Miley didn't have an ounce of jealousy about it. She felt confident enough about her relationship with you that she didn't even worry. That's pretty special."

"I know... that surprised me actually. I mean, she gets crazy every time I'm within two blocks of Darla."

"That's different." Stacy said. "That's just Miley protecting her man. It's not that she's worried you'll cheat on her or anything, it's more of a territorial thing... you know?"

Charlie considered that, nodded, then peered at Stacy. "You didn't get freaked out, right?"

Stacy smiled brightly for Charlie. "It was fun. I might even like to try it again, but don't worry... everything's cool."

Charlie smiled back as a waiter came to take their order.

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"Are you sure you don't want to stay and hang out?" Miley hugged Stacy near the bank of hotel elevators after lunch.

"I think I've had enough fun for one day. You two enjoy the rest of the weekend." Stacy hugged Charlie next. "You guys are skipping school tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah, we have the room for one more night." Charlie squeezed back.

"Okay, I'll see you both on Tuesday then." Stacy blew them both a kiss.

Charlie pushed the elevator call button. "So what the heck happened to Adrian, anyways?"

Miley bit back a laugh, "Nothing, they just didn't hit it off, I guess."

"Huh, that's too bad."

Miley pressed the button to the sixth floor once the elevator arrived, "Stacy's fussy about guys. She keeps waiting for Mr. Perfect to come along..."

Charlie turned to Miley as the elevator rose. "Were you waiting for Mr. Perfect too?"

"Heck no, I just happened to trip over his big dick."

Charlie laughed.

Miley grinned.

"So what do you want to do today?" Charlie asked as the elevator doors slid open.

"I don't know, it's already after one o'clock... you just want to go wander around downtown for a while? My dad gave me some money, we could shop and stuff."

"Yeah, that sounds perfect actually. How much did your dad give you?"

Miley wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck when they reached the door to their room, "Enough to by my super-awesome boyfriend something cool..."

They kissed before Charlie slid the card to unlock their room.

Miley cast her purse to a chair and bounced towards the bedroom of their suite, "Let me change and do up my hair a little, then we can go."

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While not as bustling as many larger cities, downtown Tallahassee still had plenty to offer the young couple. The Four Seasons hotel spilled right out into the heart of the retail core, and it was a beautiful spring afternoon as Charlie and Miley chose a random direction. Both were casual, Charlie in a pair of name-brand jeans, a 'Nintendo' tee shirt, and sneakers. Miley had changed into a short denim skirt that barely fell to mid-thigh, a tight black tank top, and a pair of cowboy boots that lifted nearly to her tanned knees.

"Can I ask you something?" Charlie asked as they walked side-by-side along the sidewalk.

"Of course, anything." Miley looked happy.

"This morning, you said something..."

Miley glanced at Charlie. "I said a lot of things this morning. Most of it not fit for public..."

Charlie smiled, "That's true. But along with all that dirty talk, you said something about having me for the rest of your life."

Miley remembered. "Yeah?"

Charlie paused at an intersection, pressing the crosswalk button. "Did you mean it?"

"Why?" Miley grinned, "Were you thinking of proposing?"

"No." Charlie snorted out a shy laugh.

Miley beamed her amusement as the light turned and they began to cross. "Of course I meant it, Charlie. I love you. My plan is for us to somehow get through college without you knocking me up, get jobs, I'll wait for you to buy me an expensive ring, we'll get married in Las Vegas, have two babies (maybe twins), and live happily ever after."

"Twins?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, maybe." Miley smiled. "Twin boys."

"I like the sound of that." Charlie remarked as they rounded a corner.

"Don't you ever think about it, Charlie? About us, and our future?"

"Yeah, of course." Charlie nodded. "But, I mean, just daydreaming type stuff. But I've been meaning to ask you, do you know what you're doing next year?"

"College, I guess." Miley replied. "Though to be honest I haven't picked one yet. I've been accepted to several, but I haven't made up my mind. What about you?"

"The same. I'll probably end up going to the 'U' here in Tallahassee, only because I can live at home. My parents can't really afford to send me out of state or anything."

"Then that's where I'll go." Miley stated.

Charlie gave Miley a look. "Just like that? You've decided?"

Miley looked right back, "You think I can be apart from you for four years? I'd go totally crazy Charlie, oh my god..."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 09



Charlie stopped walking, standing in front of a store, "Wait a minute, that's it? You've made up your mind just like that? You're not even going to consider any other schools?"

"Charlie... don't you want us to be together?"

"Well yeah, but college is a really important decision..."

Miley squinted at him. "No it's not. It's just a school. I want to be with you Charlie, that's the most important thing to me." She scowled suddenly, "And if you think I'm going to let you ditch me so you can go sow your wild oats with a bunch of college sorority bimbos you've got another thing..."

"Okay! Okay!" Charlie laughed.

Miley smiled prettily at him, having gotten her way, but she saw that Charlie wasn't even looking at her anymore, but over her shoulder. "Charlie, what are you looking at...?" She turned around to see the front display of a sex shop with a window revealing sexy lingerie and various naughty items.

"Check it out, want to go in here?" Charlie looked curious.

"You perv..." Miley teased, squeezing Charlie's hand. "I'd love to."

The store wasn't one of those grimy red light type places, billing itself more as a 'romance retailer', but there were still plenty of risqué items to be found. Racks of various magazines were near the door where Charlie and Miley entered; they were mostly personals ads and stroke books. Directly beyond was a bored looking female cashier; she was engrossed in a book, sitting behind a counter of knick-knacks (like wind-up jumping penises and the like). To the right were several shelves of porno videos catering to all tastes, and to the left rows and rows of various sex toys could be found.

Miley's eyes lit up like a little kid in a chocolate store. "Oh my god, this place is so cool!" She hurried towards some mannequins displaying several female outfits; they ranged from leather BDSM-type articles, to skimpy see-through lingerie.

Charlie smirked at Miley, following after her.

"Look at these!" Miley bubbled, "Crotchless... you could eat my cootchie and I wouldn't even have to take them off."

Charlie's cheeks colored and he looked over his shoulder at the cashier, but she wasn't even paying attention.

"Oh my god..." Charlie heard Miley say. He turned back around to see her wandering towards a wall of dildos.

"Charlie!" Miley hissed, "Look!"

Charlie approached to see what Miley was looking at. It was a big rubber vibrating dildo called the 'Long Johnson'. The package proclaimed the thing to be ten inches in length.

"It's your cock!" Miley proclaimed, taking the package off the wall.

"I don't think I'm quite that big..." Charlie squinted at it.

Miley snickered, "Well, you're not this veiny, but it's pretty close to the same size. I'm totally getting it."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah." Miley lifted a smooch to Charlie's cheek. "You know, for those lonely nights when I don't have the real thing."

"Great." Charlie joked. "I'm getting replaced by a rubber boyfriend."

"Don't be silly." Miley chided. "Whenever I use it I'll call you and we can have phone sex. Oh! I better get some more lube too..."

Charlie took one last look at the wall of dildos, then followed Miley towards the cashier.

Miley placed the 'Long Johnson' on the counter and started digging through her purse. "Can you give me a bottle of lube too? The strawberry flavored stuff."

The cashier reached under the glass counter and grabbed the bottle Miley was pointing at. "Smart move, that's a lot of... well, that's our biggest model."

"Oh, it's the same size as my boyfriend." Miley stated, removing some cash.

The cashier looked at Charlie. "Yeah right." she said.

Miley giggled as Charlie blushed.

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Miley clutched the bag containing her new sex toy as she and Charlie continued to wander about the streets of downtown. "I don't think that girl believed me when I told her you were as big as my new Long Johnson."

"I'm just glad you didn't make me pull it out and prove it to her." Charlie replied.

Miley laughed, then noticed Charlie had stopped walking. She turned to see what he was looking at. "Oh no... forget it Charlie! You promised..."

"Please?" Charlie asked sweetly, looking longingly towards the comic book store. "Just five minutes?"

Miley let out a sigh. She couldn't deny him anything. "Okay... but if you call Brian and start talking about that comic book of yours..." Charlie was already headed for the store before Miley could finish. She just shook her head and smiled, following after.

There was a rather obese man behind the cash register who leered at Miley as she came in. She gave him a seductive wink as she passed by, and the man looked ready to drool at any moment.

Catching up with Charlie, Miley saw him staring up at the wall where the more valuable back-issues hung. "What'cha looking at big guy?"

Charlie turned to Miley, "Oh, nothing really. Just an old comic from the sixties." He moved on and started browsing the racks of new comics.

Miley sensed immediately that Charlie downplayed his desire for the comic he was looking at. She looked up again, and saw the one he clearly wanted; it had a price of two hundred dollars. Charlie and his family didn't have a lot of extra money, Miley knew. In fact, Charlie's dad really went overboard when he helped Charlie pay for a limo and a hotel room for prom, though it was under the condition that Charlie would pay him back once Charlie got a summer job. Miley never really worried about money, not like Charlie often did. Her parents were extremely well off, and she wouldn't have to work at all over the summer; her dad would pay her way through college.

"Okay, I'm ready." Charlie said. He glanced once more at the comic on the wall as he walked with Miley out of the store.

Once outside, Miley stopped. "You know what? I have to pee. I'm going to go back and see if they have a bathroom I can use, wait here for me?"

Charlie nodded, "Yeah okay."

Once back in the store, Miley hurried to the fat guy at the counter. "I want that one up on the wall... the one that's two hundred."

The man turned, then walked over to fetch the comic in question. "The Brave and the Bold #54...." he said. "For such a pretty girl, you know your comics. This is the first appearance of the Teen Titans."

"Whatever." Miley said, fishing some of the money her father gave out of her purse. "It's for my boyfriend."

The rotund cashier rang up the purchase and accepted Miley's money. "That skinny fella your boyfriend? Why don't you ditch him and try a real man...?"

Miley looked at the man like he was a piece of moldy cheese. "Ew, you're like... forty."

"Thirty-nine." the man corrected in an insulted tone.

"I'd give you my mother's number, but I wouldn't wish her on anyone..." Miley took the comic and trotted towards the door, hiding her purchase in the sex shop bag.

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Once back at the hotel, Miley began unwrapping her new sex toy from its package. She sat next to Charlie on the couch, legs crossed, as he worked the TV remote in search of something worth watching. "We forgot to get batteries."

Charlie chuckled, "Were you planning on using that thing tonight?"

Miley's eyes twinkled. "Maybe..."

"Guess you'll just have to settle for the real thing."

"I do need a good fucking." Miley commented in all seriousness.

Charlie glanced aside as Miley ran her fingers over the veiny surface of her dildo. "Like, right now?"

Miley turned to look back at Charlie. "Would that be okay?"

Charlie laughed at the frankness of it all. "Yeah... yeah, that would be okay."

Miley grinned and set her Long Johnson toy aside as she stood up. "We can fuck here if you want, you don't even have to turn the TV off."

Charlie watched as Miley pulled her panties down from beneath her denim skirt, and pulled them off right over her boots. He quickly unfastened his pants and lifted his ass from the couch to push them off. She helped by pulling his shoes off, then pulling his pants the rest of the way off his feet.

Miley straddled Charlie's lap and sat back on his knees, still wearing her tank top, skirt, and cowboy boots. She took Charlie's limp penis into her hand and fondled it gently, "Do you like our sex life?"

Charlie gave Miley a confused look, "What kind of question is that? Of course I do."

"Are you sure?" Miley wondered. "Today, with Stacy, that wasn't too crazy?"

Charlie shook his head. "No, I guess not. She seemed fine with it so... where's this coming from?"

"I just want you to be satisfied." Miley replied. "I read in 'Cosmo' that relationships in which the men feel satisfied sexually have a much greater chance of succeeding."

"You read that in a magazine?"

Miley nodded, using both of her petite hands on Charlie's penis, which was slowly hardening. "I'd do anything to satisfy you baby. Any kinky thing you think of... I want you to tell me, okay? I want our relationship to last."

"Is that why you were so cool about fooling around with Stacy? You're afraid we'll break up?"

"Actually I did that for her." Miley tossed her head so a curly length of her hair would leave her brow. "She had a bad night with Adrian and needed... well, she needed something fun to play with, to cheer her up. Like your 'Long Johnson' here..."

"Well, you don't have to worry about satisfying me, regardless of what 'Cosmo' says." Charlie assured her. "I am one fully satisfied guy."

Miley smiled, "Of course I have to worry, Charlie. You're my man. It's my job to take care of your needs."

"I swear to god Miley... every day with you I have about ten 'pinch-me' moments where I wonder if it's all a dream."

"Then I must be doing something right." Miley said, lifting herself to her knees to that Charlie's boner was sticking straight up beneath her skirt.

"You're like a dream come true..."

Miley beamed a smile, then lowered herself. She tucked a hand under the hem of her skirt to help guide Charlie's shaft. "Let's fuck like this for a while, then I want you to do me doggy, okay? I need a good pounding but this will loosen me up..."

"Sounds like you got it all planned... oh shit, that feels good, you're already wet..."

Miley nodded with a suddenly lusty expression. "Soaked. I always get like this when I think about fucking your big cock."

Charlie slid his hands up Miley's bare thighs, her skin warm and smooth. "Wow... damn Miley, you've already taken almost my whole..."

Miley suddenly sunk onto Charlie's cock, letting his entire length penetrate deep into her innards. She let out a loud moan in doing so, and remained still.

"Holy shit!" Charlie gasped at the sudden pleasure of being fully surrounded by her tight warmth.

"I like this position." Miley told him, "It's easy to take you nice and deep this way... plus, we've been stretching my pussy good with regular fuckings."

"It feels incredible." Charlie lifted his arms as Miley yanked his tee shirt off over his head.

"My pussy is where your cock belongs, Charlie." Miley pulled her own tank top off next, revealing her smallish breasts and taut pink nipples. "It's your cock's home, where it will always be warm and safe."

Charlie put his arms around Miley and leaned forward, nuzzling the side of his face against her chest.

"My pussy is the first and only one your cock has had." Miley wrapped her arms around Charlie, holding him against her bosom and running fingers through his messy brown hair. "It's like to a hatchling drawn to the first thing it sees... so my pussy is like a mother to your cock, comfortable and familiar."

"That's such a sexy way to put it." Charlie said, letting his tongue slip out to taste one of Miley's nipples.

"I will always be here to take care of you baby." Miley said, hugging Charlie tightly against herself as she started to move her hips up and down slowly. "My pussy will take good care of you whenever you need somewhere warm and nice... after a long day maybe, when you need somewhere wet and inviting to shoot a big load."

Charlie closed his eyes and began sucking on Miley's breast like a hungry newborn might. Miley encouraged him with a hand on the back of his head.

"That's it baby, suck on mama's tit... too bad I don't have any milk for you, hmm?"

Charlie issued a muffled moan against Miley's breast as she continued to slowly move up and down his shaft, gripping him tightly in her cunt.

"Some day, when I'm plump with your child, you'll have to drink from me regularly to relive the milky pressure from my boobs."

Charlie groaned loudly and began suckling firmly on Miley's nipple, nibbling it and flicking his tongue against its erect surface.

"Will you do that Charlie? Will you drink my milk so my titties aren't so swollen and leaky?"

Charlie nodded against Miley's chest, unable to speak with a mouthful of her flesh.

"Then afterwards, you can spoon-fuck me, your cock inside me along with your baby... your hands all over my plump tummy..."

"Oh god..." Charlie breathed out a gasp, "It turns me on so much when you talk like that."

"I know sweetie." Miley replied, just as aroused as he. "And I know how badly your cock wants to impregnate me. I can feel it every time you cum in me... I can feel your seeds swimming around in my womb looking for my defenseless little egg..."

Charlie lifted his lips to Miley's and slid his hands under Miley's thighs until they reached her butt. They kissed with heated passion, dancing with their tongues, totally engrossed with their embrace. It was the type of kiss that defines a relationship, and aptly for Charlie and Miley, they couldn't pull their mouths away from each other.

Eventually, Miley gasped. "Oh god Charlie... I need you to fuck me..."

"O-okay..." Charlie breathed heavily, then winced in abandonment as Miley lifted herself from his erection.

"I need a good hard fucking baby." Miley said, slipping to the floor and getting on her hands and knees. "Be rough me with me okay? Fuck me really good Charlie?"

Charlie nodded, still dazed from their kiss, and slid to the floor behind her. He pushed Miley's skirt up until it bunched over her hips, exposing her ass.

"Don't worry about tearing me with your big cock..." Miley continued her instructions. "My pussy can handle you now, and I'm good and wet. I need a raw hard fuck."

Charlie slid into her sheathe easily and Miley moaned with craving need.

"Oh Charlie... spank me too. I want you to spank my ass while you fuck me."

Charlie squeezed Miley's ass cheek, then lifted a hand to slap her soft flesh, which elicited a pleased squeal from Miley.

"Harder... spank me harder..."

Charlie timed his next swat with a thrust of his hips.

"Oh!" Miley shivered. "Harder baby... spank my ass real good..."

Charlie left a pink palm print with his next blow and Miley's entire ass jiggled. "Are you a naughty girl?"

"I'm so naughty." Miley whimpered. "I'm a naughty girl, the way I'm on my hands and knees and begging for cock..."

Charlie spanked her one more time before he started humping into Miley with earnest, driving his cock swiftly.

"Oh fuck yes!" Miley screamed, "Fuck your big cock into me... fuck me Charlie... fuck me real good..."

Reaching around her, Charlie grabbed two fistfuls of Miley's breasts and fucked into her backside with hard firm strokes.

Miley whimpered and gasped with each thrust, her voice mingling with whatever random show was on the TV as well as the slapping sounds of Charlie's hips against Miley's butt. "Oh my god...! Oh my god...! You fucking big-dicked god... oh fuck...!"

An orgasm started to overtake Miley and Charlie had to grab hold of her hips as she started to quake and go limp. Her body was like a moaning rag doll as Charlie continued to pound himself into her.

"Oh! Oh! Don't stop...! Charlie... fuck me...!" Miley laid on the floor with only her ass lifted up on Charlie's thrusting cock; her voice turning into non-verbal shrieks of pleasure.

"Oh fuck Miley!" Charlie yelled urgently, "Oh shit... I'm going to cum... I'm going to fucking cum...!"

Miley felt Charlie bury his length deep within her and weakly reached a hand beneath herself, between her legs, and found his hanging scrotum. She squeezed, coaxing Charlie's semen out of him, milking his balls so they'd empty deep within her sex. "Fertilize me..."

Charlie clutched Miley around her waist as his hips bucked. Miley's squeezing hand on his tender sack caused him to twitch and quiver as he emptied his orgasm within her sex. "Oh shit..." he gasped. "Holy fucking shit..."

Both of them rutted against each other as Charlie's sperm spilled out, gasping and moaning, until finally they regained control of themselves.

"Don't leave me Charlie..." Miley begged when their orgasms has passed, "Don't pull out of me."

"O-okay.." Charlie's chest heaved with his exhausted breath. "Okay baby."

"I want to feel it go limp inside me." Miley's voice was soft. "I want to hold your cock until it relaxes."

"I won't leave you." Charlie promised, still kneeling behind her.

"That was such a good fuck sweetie." Miley praised. "I needed some hard cock... god damn."

"Do you need some more?" Charlie asked, "I could go get your toy?"

Miley looked over her shoulder, "Are you kidding me? You'll be hard again in another five minutes. Let's see if we really can empty your balls..."

"This is going to be a long night." Charlie grinned.



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 10



PART 1 – One Year Later

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"Charlie!" Olivia literally ran to her son as he walked through the front door, wrapping him in a smothering hug. "Oh Charlie, it's so good to see you!"

"Come on honey, at least give him a chance to set his bags down." Charlie's father, John, said with a grin. He was carrying two heavy duffels filled with Charlie's stuff from college, and more waited in the car.

"Oh hush." Olivia chided her husband, tears of happiness decorating her eyes. She placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders and regarded him. "You look great sweetie; you even put a little weight on that skinny frame of yours."

"The 'freshman 15' I guess." Charlie said, patting his still non-existent belly.

"Nonsense, you look wonderful. Oh honey, it's so good to have you home for the summer." Olivia wiped her cheek before hugging Charlie one more time. "I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too mom." Charlie grinned, dropping his bags and wrapping his mother in a firm embrace.

"Brian just called before you and your father walked in the door." Olivia mentioned, finally releasing Charlie from her motherly clutches. "He said he couldn't reach you on your cell, and wondered if you were home yet."

"Oh." Charlie dug into his pocket for his phone. "I turned it off on the plane; I must have forgotten to turn it back on..."

"You better give him a call." Olivia kissed Charlie's cheek. "Just be ready for dinner in about an hour, okay?"

"Okay mom." Charlie nodded, checking his cell. "And thanks for picking me up at the airport, dad."

"No problem son." John patted Charlie on the back. "Good to have you home, your mother has been driving me nuts over our empty nest."

Charlie grinned and asked, "Is Edward coming home for the summer too?" speaking of his older brother.

"I guess he's going to stay in Georgia, he's got a good job lined up for the summer."

"That's too bad. I guess I'll have to suffer mom's pampering all by myself."

"I can hear you!" Olivia called from the kitchen.

"Sorry mom!" Charlie called with a laugh. "I guess I better start unpacking my stuff..."

Charlie walked down the hall of his parent's rambler, lugging two heavy bags, and opened the door to his old bedroom. It was exactly the way he'd left it, and it seemed to Charlie as though a lifetime had passed since he'd been home though it had only been nine months. He felt like a different person after completing his first year of college, and despite the familiarity of home, it still felt a little foreign.

Setting his bags down, Charlie walked across the room to his dresser where a bunch of photographs were pinched into the frame of a mirror and smiled fondly at the images. There was one of him and his best friend Brian in their gowns on graduation day a year prior, one of Stacy at the beach from the previous summer, and of course there was Miley. As if Charlie could ever forget Miley...

Reaching forward, Charlie took one of the photos off his dresser mirror and looked at it. It was of him and Miley at prom, the two standing in each other's arms. She was so beautiful in that red dress he bought her, it still took Charlie's breath away. He hadn't seen Miley since the previous fall, and looking at their prom picture made Charlie's heart ache. Staring at that photo for several long moments, the memories flooded back...

== {1 year prior} ==

Charlie was at his locker the Tuesday morning following prom weekend, when his best friend approached.

"Dude! I am finally a man!" Brian announced; his arms in the air.

Charlie turned around with a broad grin. "Hey man, things went well with Cassie I take it?"

"It was awesome. I took her to my place after prom, lit some candles, and let the magic happen..." Brian swung his hips around proudly.

"Good thing your parents are on vacation, huh?" Charlie noted.

"I know, right? It would have been a little weird if my mom was watching me lose my virginity on the living room floor." Brian joked.

Charlie laughed, "The living room floor?"

"My magic can't be contained dude. It just happens, wherever and whenever."

Charlie rolled his eyes and nudged his locker door shut. "So you and Cassie...?"

"We're totally going out." Brian confirmed as they started towards homeroom. "Can you believe it? I have a girlfriend!"

"That's terrific man." Charlie patted Brian's shoulder. "I'm really happy for you."

"Yeah, the only bummer is I can't come over after school and work on our Captain Darkness comic. Cassie wants me to go to the mall with her."

Chuckling, Charlie advised "That's okay. But listen, if she asks you to join her in the women's dressing room, say 'yes'."

"Will do. So how was your weekend with Miley?" Brian asked, "Anything crazy happen while you two stayed at the Four Seasons?"

"Nope, it was nice and quiet." Charlie lied, recalling the 'threesome' with Miley and Stacy. "Just the two of us. A lot of room service and making out."

"Sounds nice, dude. Things are finally coming together for us, you know? Things are going to be different from now on. I can sense it..."

A jock interrupted Brian and bumped shoulders as they crossed paths in the hallway, causing Brian to drop his books.

"Watch where you're going, geek." the jock laughed.

Brian let out a long sigh. "Then again, maybe some things will always be the same..."

"It'll be different at college." Charlie bent to help pick up Brian's stuff. "I promise."

=====

Miley walked into Charlie's house with him that afternoon after giving him a ride home from school. "What a long day, I could barely stay awake in my classes. It was awful going to bed without you last night, after sleeping in your arms for three nights in a row."

"I know." Charlie agreed, setting the day's mail on a kitchen counter. "I didn't sleep very well either. In fact, I conked out during my Social Studies class today for about ten minutes; I was so tired."

"Poor baby." Miley said while she casually flipped through the mail Charlie set down, feeling nosey. "Does that mean you're too pooped to fool around?"

"I think I'm getting my second wind." Charlie winked, opening the fridge and looking for a soda.

Miley smirked, finding an envelope addressed to Charlie. "Hey what's this? Says it's from Brown University..."

Charlie turned around from peering into the fridge, "Really?"

Miley handed the envelope over, "Did you apply there or something?"

"Yeah, like six months ago." Charlie answered, tearing it open. "But only on a lark, Brown is nearly impossible to get into."

Miley waited curiously as Charlie read through the letter.

"Holy shit." Charlie suddenly said.

"What is it?" Miley wondered, on edge.

"They accepted me..." Charlie smiled. "I got accepted to Brown!"

Miley manufactured a smile, not sharing her boyfriend's sudden joy. "Charlie, isn't Brown in Boston?"

"Providence, actually, but that's real close to Boston." he kept reading the letter, "They want to help me with financial aid too... this is so cool!"

"But you said you applied on a lark..." Miley frowned. "You're not really going there are you?"

Charlie looked to Miley, "Well, I didn't think I'd get accepted, but... why do you look so upset?"

"Charlie, I'll never be able to get into Brown." Miley informed him. "My grades are nowhere near as good as yours. If you go to Providence..."

"...we'll be apart." Charlie suddenly realized.

PART 2 - The Break-up

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Charlie listened to the phone ring as he sat on his bed staring at the prom picture of him and Miley.

Brian answered the phone and interrupted Charlie from his recollections. "Charlie?"

"Hey buddy, I'm home." Charlie said with a smile, setting the photo of him and Miley aside on the bed.

"Dude!" Brian exclaimed. "It's excellent to hear your voice, how long has it been?"

"I don't know..." Charlie considered. "Has it been since the holidays?"

Brian laughed, "We really sucked at keeping in touch this past year."

"I know." Charlie grinned. "It's crazy. So how have you been?"

"I've been okay." Brian replied. "I'm glad summer is here. Not looking forward to getting a job, but it'll be awesome to hang out with you again. What are you doing tonight?"

"I need to put some face time in with my parents." Charlie said. "Dinner in an hour, but after that I'm free?"

"Cool. Want to go to a party?" Brian asked.

"Party?" Charlie sounded curious; letting off some steam sounded perfect to him.

"Yeah. Stacy's having a soiree over at her parent's house. They're out of town and she wants to have everyone over to sort of kick off the summer. She's having kegs, munchies..."

"I don't know..." Charlie sounded dubious. "I'd love to see Stacy, but I'm sure Miley would be there. I don't know if I can handle seeing her yet."

There was only silence for several moments from Brian's end of the phone.

"What...?" Charlie asked. "What is it?"

"Nothing." Brian lied.

"C'mon man, just tell me." Charlie prodded. "Is it something about Miley?"

"Look man..." Brian sounded like someone just ran over his dog. "I hate being the one to tell you this, but Miley's seeing someone."

Charlie felt like someone kicked him in the gut.

"You should totally still come though." Brian urged. "I bet she'd be glad to see you. I know Stacy would be thrilled."

"Who is he?" Charlie asked in a somber voice.

"A guy from college." Brian answered. "Typical jock athlete."

Charlie winced, "Do you know him?"

"Not really. I've seen him around campus a few times, but I don't hang with the girls much anymore, not like last summer." Brian paused for a moment before continuing "You know how it is dude, the same old shit from high school. The popular kids keep to their own. I still see Stacy sometimes, but Miley..."

"What?" Charlie pressed, "What about Miley?"

"She's the most popular girl on campus, dude. She hangs with the popular elite. You know better than anybody how hot she is, and every guy there would kill for a shot at..."

"I get it." Charlie interrupted, not wanting to hear any more.

"Look man, I'm sorry." Brian said. "I know its tough on you, but come to the party anyways. It'll be fun."

"Yeah okay, maybe. I'll call you after dinner?"

"Cool dude, I hope you come. Talk to you later."

Charlie hung up his cell phone and looked aside to the prom photo again, where it lay on his bedspread. It didn't surprise Charlie that Miley had a new boyfriend, but that didn't make the knowledge hurt any less. He wondered if going to Brown had been the right decision, and recalled the last time he had seen Miley...

== {9 months prior} ==

Miley burst into Charlie's bedroom, a mess of puffy eyes and tears.

"Miley!?" Charlie turned from packing. "What's wrong?"

"Charlie, you can't go... you can't leave me..." Miley made a beeline for him.

Charlie opened his arms to her, hugging tightly. "Miley, I thought we'd been over this."

"I know." Miley sniffled, clinging to Charlie. "I thought I could do it baby, I really did. All summer long I've been putting this day off, tricking myself into thinking I could handle a long distance relationship, but you're leaving tomorrow and I'm going to miss you so much..."

"I'm going to miss you too." Charlie kissed the dark curly tendrils atop Miley's head.

"Please don't go, Charlie." Miley begged.

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Charlie closed his eyes, trying to memorize the smell of Miley's hair.

"Charlie..." Miley's weak voice said. "I can't do it."

"You can't do what?" Charlie squinted, not understanding as Miley slipped out of his arms.

Miley wiped some mascara-stained tears from her cheek, "I can't handle the distance, it'll drive me crazy every day."

Charlie didn't like the sound of that. "What are you saying, you want to break up?"

"I don't know." Miley looked at Charlie's bags, thinking how ominously final they looked. "You were supposed to go to the University of Florida with me, that's what we agreed. Don't you remember when we talked about that at prom? We were going to go to school together. I would have joined you anywhere, but you picked a place I can't follow..."

"I remember." Charlie sighed, his heart heavy with guilt. "But that was before I found out about Brown. I can't pass up the opportunity to study at an ivy-league school. I wish we didn't have to be apart, but..."

"But Brown is more important to you than me." Miley near-whispered.

"That's not true Miley, you know that."

"Then stay." Miley challenged.

"That's not fair." Charlie said. "If you loved me you'd wait for me."

"And if you loved me you wouldn't leave!" Miley grew angry.

"I'm not abandoning you." Charlie pled his case. "I'll be back in May."

"And then gone again three months later. Why can't you Stay, Charlie? Stacy and Brian will both be at the U with me, but it won't be the same without you..."

"Miley, don't do this." Charlie begged. "It won't be that bad. I'll call you every day, there's cam chats, and text messages, and emails and..."

"I don't know if I can do it Charlie." Miley admitted. "I don't know if I can spend the next four years of my life waiting."

"So you won't wait for me?" Charlie asked in disbelief. "You want to break up?"

Miley regarded Charlie, fresh tears dripping down her cheeks, and then nodded. "I think we should. Maybe I can wait... I don't know. I guess we'll find out when you get back."

Charlie blinked, his own tears coming now. "Miley, wait..."

"Wait, Charlie? I'm just supposed to wait? I'm supposed to sit around for the next nine months, wishing we could be together? You're not supposed to leave me Charlie! We agreed to stay together, no matter what..."

"I'm not leaving you, I-I..." Charlie stammered.

"Yes you are Charlie. I thought I was the most important thing in your life, but obviously I was wrong." Miley sobbed and turned.

"Miley! Please, just hold on..."

=====

As Charlie stared at the prom photo, sitting on his bed, he remembered what he thought the night that Miley fled his room in tears. He thought there was no way Miley could break up with him, that she would call a day or two later and realize what a mistake she had made. He thought she would call and tell him that she loved him and would wait for him.

But that call never came.

Charlie had wanted to call her a thousand times over the course of the school year, but was afraid of what Miley would say. He feared she would end it forever, and in the back of Charlie's mind he maintained hope that somehow, someway, that when he got home for the summer she would have waited and that they would get back together. But when Brian told him about Miley's new boyfriend, Charlie figured he had lost her forever.

PART 3 - The Party

==============

"I'm glad you decided to come dude." Brian said after picking Charlie up.

Charlie sat in the passenger seat of Brian's car, unsure of his decision. "I'm still not convinced it's a good idea..."

"It'll be fine." Brian promised.

Charlie nodded, not wanting to dwell on it. He looked at Brian again, "It has been way too long since we've hung out, I missed you. And check you out! I can't believe how great you look. You've lost a lot of weight."

Brian grinned as he drove. "Thanks dude. I guess the weight-loss bug hit after Cassie dumped me, I thought that maybe she'd take me back if I slimmed down."

"I'm still flabbergasted that she broke up with you on New Years." Charlie said.

"That's not even the half of it dude. Turns out she already had a new boyfriend, someone at her college in Miami. They'd been dating since Thanksgiving!"

"That sucks." Charlie replied.

"Yeah." Brian agreed. "That's how it goes I guess, long distance relationships never work."

Charlie glanced out the car window, "Tell me about it."

Brian winced. "Sorry dude."

"It's okay." Charlie assured him. "It's my own fault. I never should have left, I should have gone to the U with you guys."

"Your dad would have killed you had you done that." Brian commented. "I mean, you're an ivy leaguer!"

"I don't know if being an ivy leaguer is worth the cost. I miss Miley so much."

"There's got to be some hot girls at Brown though, right?"

Charlie lifted a shoulder, "I guess, but I didn't date. Most girls went for upper classmen, and to be honest I always held out hope that Miley and I would get back together."

Both friends sat in silence as Brian drove, thinking about how much things had changed... yet so many things still remained the same.

Charlie was the first to break the silence, "So you still hang with Stacy, you said?"

Brian nodded, "Yeah. Stacy's cool, you know? She didn't get quite as hung up in the popular crowd at college. We actually made out about a month and a half ago."

Charlie turned towards his friend, "What? Seriously?"

"Yeah." Brian confirmed. "We were both drunk as shit at this house party. She was telling me how great I looked since losing my weight, and we ended up making out for like an hour."

"Holy shit man..." Charlie grinned.

Brian shrugged, "Neither of us said anything about it the next day. She acted like nothing happened, so I figured it was just the booze and wasn't really into me, so I let it go."

"Wow. Are you into her?" Charlie asked, happy to be talking about anything but Miley.

"Who wouldn't be?" Brian declared. "She's beautiful, sexy, and cool as hell. You know Stacy as well as I do... she's got it together."

"Yeah." Charlie laughed quietly. "I miss her, I can't wait to see her. Is she seeing anyone?"

"No one regular." Brian informed. "She dates a lot, but nothing serious."

"Her and Miley are still real close, right?"

"Oh yeah, of course. They both moved out of their parent's, as a matter of fact They've got an apartment together near campus." Brian turned onto Stacy's street. "Damn, looks like a lot of people are here already."

Charlie looked among the crowd of cars but didn't see Miley's BMW. He thought maybe he'd luck out and wouldn't have to face her.

There were several people mulling around the yard talking and laughing as Charlie and Brian walked to the front door. Inside was even more crowded, and loud music blared in the living room. Charlie recognized a few people from high school, but most faces appeared unfamiliar. Charlie assumed they were Stacy's new college friends.

"Brian!" Stacy screamed, running from the kitchen with a plastic cup of beer sloshing in her hand. She looked fabulous in a white denim mini skirt, black blouse, and heels. Her blonde hair was longer than Charlie remembered, and feathered stylishly.

"Hey Stace." Brian hugged her. "Looks like quite the party already."

"Yep." Stacy grinned, already obviously inebriated. "I'm glad you're here sweetie."

"You are?" Brian sounded surprised.

Stacy nodded excitedly. "Of course. You want a beer?"

"In a sec." Brian answered. He pointed towards Charlie, "Look who I brought."

Stacy hadn't even noticed Charlie since she wasn't expecting him. She turned towards the direction Brian was pointing.

"Hey Stace." Charlie offered a little wave.

"Oh my god... Charlie? You're back?"

"Just flew in this afternoon."

Stacy latched a hug onto Charlie next, "It's so great to see you!"

Charlie smiled, hugging her right back. "You too."

"Come on you guys, beer's in the kitchen." Stacy led them towards the kegs. "Help yourself to some cups."

Brian grabbed a pair of plastic cups and handed one to Charlie before moving to the tap. "So you're glad to see me, huh?"

Stacy giggled, "Of course..."

Charlie glanced at his cup and didn't really feel like drinking. Plus it looked like Brian and Stacy wanted to flirt with each other, and Charlie didn't want to get in the way of that. So he wandered towards the sliding glass doors in the back of the kitchen, which led to a large back yard. Stepping outside, he scanned the crowd on the patio, and froze when he saw her.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 10



She was wearing a tiny little spaghetti-strapped green dress that displayed the full length of her always slender and tanned legs. Her dark curly tendrils glistened in the evening light, and her smile could light entire worlds. She was talking to a tall good-looking blond guy in stylish jeans and a tee shirt that was tight around his muscled biceps.

Charlie watched as her gaze slowly pivoted in his direction, as though it were occurring in slow motion. Her expression changed when she saw him, the smile vanishing to be replaced by something closer to shock. Charlie's heart sunk into his stomach when he saw those sparkling blue eyes.

"Oh my god." Miley said, stunned. "Charlie...?"

"Hi Miley." Charlie tried to smile.

Miley stared at Charlie like he had come back from the dead. She hadn't expected to see him at Stacy's party, and the sight of him brought old emotions flooding back.

"Who's that skinny geek?" asked the blond guy standing next to Miley.

"I'll tell you later, okay?" Miley moved towards Charlie. "Just give me a few minutes."

"Miley, It's great to see..."

Miley grabbed Charlie by the arm, "Not here, come on."

Charlie followed along as Miley led him into the house, sensing she wasn't pleased with him.

"Hey Miley." Brian offered as they walked by.

"Not now Brian." Miley's voice was curt as she hauled Charlie towards the stairs.

Stacy giggled. "It's always the drama with those two..."

Miley marched Charlie upstairs and into Stacy's parent's bedroom, closing the door to give them some privacy. "Charlie, what are you doing here?!"

"I came with Brian, I wanted to see..."

"Me?" Miley interrupted. "Did you come to see me? I'm here with my boyfriend Charlie, you can't just show up like this!"

"That tall blond guy with more muscles than brains?" Charlie gestured back towards the door.

"His name is Brett." Miley frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Whatever. I came to hang out with Brian, and to see Stacy." Charlie lied.

"So, what..." Miley fumed. "You were just going to ignore me all night?"

"I'll do whatever you want!" Charlie yelled back, "I won't make things uncomfortable for you and your new... whatever."

"Boyfriend." Miley finished for him. "He's my boyfriend, Charlie."

"How can you be with a guy like that?" Charlie suddenly blurted jealously.

"A guy like what? Huh Charlie? A guy who doesn't leave me behind to go to Brown and fuck beautiful smart girls?"

"I didn't fuck..." Charlie scowled. "I didn't leave you."

"Yes you did!" Miley snapped, her eyes growing damp. "You left me to go to your fancy school and leave me behind. You did what all guys do Charlie, you had your fun with the pretty dumb girl then you moved on... I thought you were special. I thought you loved me!"

"You're not dumb, Miley and I do love you...."

"Just leave me alone Charlie! It shouldn't be hard, you've gotten lot of practice the last nine months." Miley ran past him and out the door; she didn't want him to see her cry.

Charlie stood there staring at the door and felt miserable. "Shit."

=====

"I'm going to go." Charlie had to speak loudly to be heard over the music after finding Brian by the keg with Stacy.

"What? Already?" Brian asked. "We just got here."

"It was a mistake for me to come." Charlie frowned.

"Charlie, don't go because of Miley." Stacy put her hand on Charlie's shoulder. "She's just freaked out because she's still in love with you, and she's afraid of..."

Charlie shook his head. "I don't think so. She has 'Brett' now."

"Do you need me to drive you home?" Brian asked.

"No, it's cool. Stay and have fun, I'll call a cab or something."

"Charlie..." Stacy pleaded.

Charlie lifted a hand and turned towards the door, "I'll see you later Stace." He walked out to the front lawn feeling as low as he ever had in his life. He pulled out his cell phone, meaning to call for a taxi, but was interrupted by an angry jock.

"Hey dickwad, did you make my girlfriend cry?" Brett stalked across the yard towards Charlie.

Charlie turned. "Oh shit." he muttered to himself. "Look man, I'm sorry. We've got history, I didn't meant to upset her..."

"Whatever man..." Brett stepped up and shoved Charlie in the chest. "I'm going to wreck you!"

"Brett! Stop it!" Miley yelled, running after her boyfriend.

"What's the deal, Miley?" Brett asked. "You got something going on with this geek?"

"No..." Miley shook her head. "I mean, he's my ex, but..."

"This guy?" Brett asked, incredulous. "Is he the reason you won't put out for me? You're hung up on this loser?"

Charlie blinked at that, looking to Miley. She hadn't slept with him! Charlie smiled, elated at that thought.

"What are you smiling at, skinflint?" Brett cocked his fist and blasted Charlie right across the face.

"Charlie!!!" Miley shrieked with worry as Charlie fell to his ass on the grass. She trotted in her heels to his side, squatting next to him. "Charlie, are you okay?"

"I don't fucking believe this." Brett scowled, "We're over Miley, I've wasted enough time on you already. The dork can have you."

Miley seemed completely unconcerned with Brett as he stalked off towards his car. "Charlie? You're bleeding..."

"Ow." was all Charlie could say, lifting a hand to the blood dripping from his nose.

Miley slung the purse off her shoulder, letting it land on the ground so she could dig for a tissue.

"You never slept with him?" Charlie asked suddenly, less worried about his nose than he was Miley's recent sex life.

Miley shook her head, dabbing Charlie's upper lip. "No. Not that it's any of your business."

Charlie grinned brightly.

"What are you so happy about?" Miley frowned, doing her best to clean up the blood.

"You still love me." Charlie was still grinning.

"Of course I do." Miley told him honestly. "But that doesn't change the fact that you left me, Charlie. You left me and I've never been more hurt in my life."

Charlie's grin slowly subsided, "Miley..."

Miley sniffled, handed Charlie the bloody tissue, and fled back towards the house before she started crying again.

=====

Brian hovered over his best friend as Charlie cleaned himself up at the kitchen sink. "Dude, what happened?"

"Brett." Charlie answered simply.

"He hit you? Damn dude."

Charlie wiped his face with a towel. "Did you see where she went?"

"Who, Miley? She ran upstairs, bawling her eyes out. Stacy just chased off after her."

"I need to talk to her." Charlie stated, moving towards the stairs.

Brian let out a heavy sigh, watching Charlie go. "This is just like high school..."

Charlie rushed up the stairs, having to sneak by two people making out halfway up. When he reached the door that Miley had taken him to earlier, he heard Stacy's voice and the sounds of Miley crying. He knocked.

The room went quiet for a few moments before the door cracked open, revealing Stacy. "Charlie? Now really isn't a good time, okay honey?"

"Stacy, I just need to talk to her." Charlie pleaded.

Stacy looked apprehensive, glancing back into the room.

"It's okay Stacy, I can handle it." came Miley's voice.

Stacy nodded, then opened the door. "She's all yours. Good luck Charlie." Stacy kissed his cheek before leaving for the stairs.

Charlie closed the bedroom door and found Miley sitting on the edge of a large bed, wiping tears off her face with a Kleenex.

"What do you want Charlie?" Miley sniffed.

"You look really beautiful." Charlie said.

Miley gave him a confused look. "Yeah right, I'm sure I'm just gorgeous. I'm crying, my eyes are puffy, my nose is flush..."

Charlie approached the bed, sitting next to Miley. Though not too close. "I just meant in general. You're beautiful. Sometimes late at night, in my dorm room, I'd try to picture your face. I'd get so frustrated because it wouldn't be clear in my mind, and I had to turn on my light and pull your picture out of my bedside drawer."

Miley sniffled, turning to Charlie's words.

"But even a picture isn't close to the real thing. When I first saw you tonight, I thought my heart had stopped beating. It was like time froze, like the whole universe went still, and there was only you."

"Charlie..." Miley wiped her nose. "That's so sweet. And you didn't ruin my night."

Charlie breathed out a laugh, "Sure I did. You're crying, your boyfriend left..."

"I don't think he's my boyfriend anymore." Miley noted.

"You really didn't sleep with him?" Charlie dared.

Miley shook her head. "No. There hasn't been anyone... not since you. You're still my first, and my only."

Charlie's heart leapt back into his chest when he heard that. "Why?"

Miley breathed out a laugh. "You're asking me why I haven't slept with anyone else?"

Charlie nodded.

"I don't know..." Miley's face scrunched up in thought as she considered. "I just couldn't do it. I guess part of me is still your girl, and I didn't want to ruin that."

Charlie brazenly leaned over and placed his lips against Miley's. She didn't respond at first, taken by surprise, but then she started to kiss him back. The exchange quickly grew heated and Charlie snaked a hand through Miley's hair, holding the back of her head.

No one knew how to kiss her like Charlie did, Miley thought. His lips felt so good after their long absence and her entire body screamed at Miley to give herself to him. But she pulled away...

"No Charlie..." Miley told him.

"But I love you." Charlie said.

Miley stood from the bed and took a couple of steps back. She needed distance because she felt like if Charlie was any closer her willpower would crumble and she'd give in to her desire to be with him. "I know you do, but I won't do what we did last summer. I won't fall completely in love with you, only to have you leave me in the fall. If I do that, it'll tear me apart. When I'm with you Charlie, I'm all in, and I can't be apart from you. I can't do that again..."

"Miley..." Charlie squinted, unable to find the words to convince her not to leave.

"I'm sorry baby." Miley's tears returned once more. "I'm so sorry!"

Charlie watched helplessly as Miley turned and fled from the bedroom, just like she had done none months prior at his house before he left for Brown. Her words 'I won't do what we did last summer.' echoed in his mind, and he knew exactly what she was referring to. Things had escalated between them after prom and graduation, emotionally. They spent every moment they could together as though attached by a mystical cord. When Charlie wasn't working his summer job at the mall, or sleeping, he was with Miley. They were inseparable.

As Charlie sat on the bed in Stacy's parent's house, he couldn't help but remember the great times they had together...

== {10 months prior} ==

Miley stretched out the length of her body against Charlie's, lying next to him on a beach blanket at Lake Jackson. A low campfire in the sand burned next to them. They were alone, as the sun had set and all the other beach goers had left. It was just them, the sounds of the lake rolling against shore, and the occasional snap from the fire.

"I love you Charlie White." Miley said, cuddling against her boyfriend.

Charlie smiled. "I love you too Millicent Andrews."

"Ew..." Miley giggled. "I hate my real name."

"You know, I kind of hate it too." Charlie commented.

Miley lightly swatted his bare chest, playful. "That's mean."

"I'm sorry, but 'Millicent' is too harsh; it sounds like the name of a stuck-up snot. 'Miley' has such a nice ring to it. It's a warmer name."

"I know." Miley agreed. "So has anyone ever call you 'Chuck' or 'Charles'?"

Charlie laughed, "No... 'Charlie' is actually my given name. I'm not a 'Charles'."

Miley lifted her head, glancing at Charlie. "I didn't know that..."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." Charlie informed her.

"Like what?" Miley inquired. "I want to know everything."

"Like... um, I had a crush on Brian's girlfriend, Cassie, in elementary school."

Miley squealed out a laugh, "You didn't!"

"I did." Charlie smiled. "I thought her red hair and freckles were cute."

"They are cute. But does that mean you didn't have a crush on me back then?" Miley teased.

"No, I totally did." Charlie's voice grew reflective.

"You did?" Miley kissed his chest.

Charlie nodded. "Even back then you were totally beautiful. You had the same curly hair and you always wore those cute pink ribbons around your pony tails."

"Oh my god Charlie..." Miley looked at him with an amazed expression. "I can't believe you remember that. I loved my pink ribbons!"

"I've been in love with you my whole life." Charlie said.

"Oh Charlie." Miley slid her bikini-clad frame over Charlie and moved her lips to his, giving him a light dragging kiss. "I've been in love with you my whole life too, I just didn't know it."

Charlie put his arms around Miley and kissed her back. They exchanged several passionate brushes of their lips.

"I can't believe you're leaving in only a month." Miley said, pecking Charlie's chin with light kisses. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"My mom bought me a cam for my laptop." Charlie said, "So we can video chat every day."

Miley smiled, "Will you let me watch you jerk off?"

Charlie laughed, "Yeah, probably. Will you let me watch you with your 'Long Johnson'?"

Miley giggled, "Of course."

They kissed some more, the sounds of their wet lips joining were as loud as the fire.

"I want to make love..." Miley whispered.

Charlie swallowed, glancing around the beach to confirm they were alone.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?" Miley asked him, running her fingers through Charlie's shock of brown hair. "You punched out Brock, and then masturbated me... we were right over there."

Charlie glanced over to the rock where his masturbation of Miley took place. "I remember."

"We had just started going out. Everything was so new and exciting... I knew I was falling for you even then, but I had no idea how hard I'd fall." Miley's eyes twinkled. "Let me make love to you, right here, on our beach... under the stars."

Charlie nodded with a warm smile, "Okay."

Sitting up, Miley squirmed until she worked her bikini bottoms off, then began to tug on his swim trunks and pulled them off Charlie's legs. "I want to be on top of you. You penetrate me nicely that way."

Charlie didn't argue as Miley crawled over him, still wearing her bikini top. She sat on his thighs and took hold of his limp penis. He sat up on his elbows and watched her begin to fondle him.

"You have such a gorgeous cock, Charlie." Miley regarded it as she rubbed him with both hands. "You promise you won't stick it in any of the girls at Brown?"

"How could you even ask that?" Charlie squinted. "Of course not."

"Promise me?" Miley pressed. "It would kill me if you put your cock inside another girl. I only want it to go in my body..."

"I promise." Charlie said, "You're the only girl I'm ever going to want, Miley."

"Good." Miley felt satisfied by Charlie's words. She lifted herself to her knees and over his hardened length. "I want to be the only girl you ever fuck. I'll take good care of your big dick Charlie... I give you enough sex, right?"

Charlie grinned at her.

"What?" Miley smiled back, hovering the lips of her vagina right over Charlie's erection. Her hand gripped him, aiming him towards her sex.

"We're always having sex." Charlie said. "We have the best sex life... like, ever."

Miley beamed brightly at that and began to lower herself.

Charlie issued a quiet moan of pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past the folds of Miley's damp sex and into her vaginal canal. He laid back off his elbows in order to lift hands to Miley's thighs. Charlie smoothed his palms over the summer-kissed skin of her toned legs as she straddled his hips and swallowed his cock into her depths.

Dropping her own hands to Charlie's chest, Miley began to slowly work her hips, coating his length with her natural lubrication. "Mmm, I like it when you touch me. It makes me feel sexy when you rub your hands all over my body."

Charlie slid his hands around her hips and gripped Miley's butt as it went up and down with her leisured humping pace. Goose pimples raised across her skin at Charlie's touch, and from the slight evening breeze.

Miley kept pushing more of him into her, plunging his long length further with every motion. "You've totally been stretching me out. My pussy has gotten really good at taking you, Charlie. You're so fucking big that it took a lot of fucking, but my cunt fits you perfect now..."

Charlie nodded hastily, feeling every agonizingly slow motion Miley was making on him. The walls of her pussy clung to his shaft and dragged up and down him. The sensation along his sensitive member was incredible.

"You've fucked the shape of your cock right into me...." Miley continued. "My cunt is like a mold now, able to hold your big thing like a custom glove. I'm your fuck-toy now, Charlie. Your slam-piece."

Charlie's throat issued a sighing groan at Miley's dirty talk. His grip squeezed her bare ass tightly in arousal.

Miley leaned back, letting the top side of Charlie's erection press against the 'roof' of her vagina. Reaching behind herself, between Charlie's legs, and found his scrotum to grip firmly.

Charlie jumped with a shiver as Miley took his sac, "Oh fuck..."

"Your balls are all puffy." Miley bit her lower lip in a heated expression. "They're full of the cum you're going to squirt into me... into my cunt."

Charlie started bucking upwards with his own hips, needy, wanting to hump faster. But Miley wasn't having it. She'd lift herself up and nearly off until Charlie settled down, and he knew she wanted to give him a slow teasing fuck.

Miley smiled down at him, "You want to cum in me so badly don't you..."

"Yes." Charlie admitted, reaching up to Miley's little B-cup breasts. He slipped his hands between her skin and her bikini, squeezing her soft mounds in his palms. "I can't help it, you're so fucking sexy..."

"I like it when you play with my tits." she encouraged. Miley lowered herself once more, impaling herself on Charlie, arching her neck and sighing loudly at the sensation of being filled by his ten inches. "Oh god baby... that's so good. There's nothing better in this world than getting stuffed with your big cock..."

Charlie looked to their union. Miley had taken his entire length, and he wondered how she could do it. Knowing his own length, and guessing the distance with his eyes, he imagined his cock higher than Miley's belly button inside her. When she lifted back up, Charlie could see his shaft glistening with her juices in the moonlight. Then on her way back down Charlie could feel every agonizing centimeter of slow friction as her vagina swallowed him whole once more.

Miley groaned loudly, feeling Charlie's length drag across her clit. "They should build monuments in the likeness of your cock, Charlie... Jesus..."

Tightening his hands on Miley's breasts, Charlie started to feel his orgasm simmer over.

Miley squeezed his scrotum, sensing his precarious need. "Are you going to cum?"

Charlie kneaded on Miley's boobs, her bikini top flopping up her chest and off his hands. "I'm close..."

Watching his face, Miley clenched her vaginal muscles around his length and let go of Charlie's balls to begin masturbating her clitoris. "Do you like squeezing my tits? Does that turn you on?"

"Yes..." Charlie breathed.

"You like to squeeze my ass too, don't you baby?"

Charlie nodded swiftly, "Y-yes..."

"You like rubbing your hands all over my sexy body, don't you Charlie..."

"Fuck yes." Charlie started bucking again, driving himself into Miley and creating friction between their union.





Beauty and the Geek Ch. 10



Miley rolled her hips in time with Charlie's humping, her finger a blur on her tiny but engorged button. "Touch me..." she begged. "Touch me with your rough squeezing hands..."

And Charlie did. He ran his palms all over her. Across Miley's flat stomach, her hips, and her thighs. He marveled at her smooth tanned form and began to lose control. "Miley..." he warned.

"I know baby...!" Miley started humping quickly, "I'm going to come too... oh god... hold me..."

When Miley flopped forward, Charlie wrapped his arms around her torso. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she buried her face between Charlie's neck and shoulder.

"Hold me tight Charlie... oh god! Hole me while I cum on you..."

"I've got you..." Charlie gasped, humping his erection into Miley. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..."

Miley issued long whimpering cries as her orgasm came like an overpowering force. Her entire body shook in Charlie's arms and her gushing vagina quivered on his member. She could feel Charlie's thrusts penetrate her depths, followed by the warm sticky explosion of his semen. Charlie only stopped humping when his own orgasm arrived, burying his cock into Miley as deeply as possible. He trembled, just as she did, as his shaft twitched and heaved inside her, emptying itself of its burden.

Miley lay on Charlie, in his embracing arms, for several long moments after their pleasure had subsided, catching her breath. "I will never get bored with this Charlie. Oh my god. I want to grow old fucking your cock..."

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Thinking about that night on the beach, Charlie resolved himself to do whatever it took to get Miley back. He got up from the bed and walked downstairs; the party was still in full swing and he didn't see Brian anywhere, but Stacy was at the keg pouring herself a beer.

"Stacy!" Charlie called, "Did Miley leave?"

Stacy turned, "Yeah, she took my car."

"Where did she go?" Charlie asked, pushing through the crowd of drunk teenagers towards his friend.

But Stacy looked hesitant.

Charlie could read her expression "What? What is it?"

"She said she was going to Brett's."

Charlie's heart sunk again, which was becoming a familiar feeling to him that day.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Stacy looked sympathetic. "I really am. You know there's nothing I want more than for you two to be together."

"Yeah." Charlie nodded. "Me too."

"Are you going to go after her? Stacy asked, "I know where he lives... it's not far off campus."

Charlie shook his head. "If she had gone anywhere else, I would have gone after her."

"What are you going to do?" Stacy wondered.

Charlie looked at the keg, and the promise it posed to ease his pain. "Give me a glass..."

(...to be continued)



[I'd like to give a special thanks to my new editor manda126 - starting with this chapter she has been extremely valuable in adding some polish to Beauty and the Geek]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 11



PART 1 - Yearnings

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Opening his eyes, Brian immediately knew he was in a strange place. Following that realization, he noticed an unfamiliar arm draped across his bare chest. Then a splitting headache dominated his awareness. "Dude..." he moaned, lifting a hand to his forehead.

Only half-asleep, Stacy stirred beside Brian and nuzzled against his chest. "You okay?"

Brian blinked in surprise at the fact that he was in bed with Stacy, and from what he could tell they were both naked. "I think I'm hung over..."

Stacy grinned against him. "Lightweight."

Looking around, Brian came to the conclusion that he was in Stacy's bedroom, her old bedroom at her parent's house (Stacy had been living in an apartment with her best friend Miley for the last nine months). What he wasn't sure of was how he ended up in bed with Stacy, naked, or why she seemed so cool with it. "What happened last night?"

"I threw a party and we got really drunk." Stacy answered sleepily.

Brian tried to remember. "Did we...?"

"Did we what?" Stacy pressed, amused.

"Did we sleep together?" Brian whispered.

Stacy chuckled against Brian's chest, "Well, we're in bed together aren't we?"

"Yeah but, I mean, did we have sex?"

Stacy lifted her head and arched her neck to kiss Brian on his chin. "Of course, dummy."

Brian closed his eyes, hoping the pain in his head would go away. "It fucking figures."

"What is it?" Stacy wondered.

"I finally have sex with you, and I can't remember a thing..."

Stacy laughed. "Too bad, because it was amazing."

Brian groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Stacy asked.

"Um..." Brian searched his memories. "Sitting in the hot tub with you doing shots of tequila. I remember Charlie asking if he could use my car and giving him directions to your apartment."

Resting her chin on Brian's chest, Stacy said. "Yeah, poor Charlie. It was driving him crazy that Miley left to go find Brett."

"You think they'll get back together?" Brian wondered.

"Who knows?" Stacy replied. "But one thing I know for sure is that we're both stuck. Miley took my car to chase after Brett, and Charlie took yours to chase after Miley..."

Brian smirked. "Yeah, I guess neither of us is going anywhere."

Stacy smiled playfully, running her fingers along Brian's bare chest. "So, you want to find out just how amazing it was?"

Brian's eyes widened. "Can I get a couple of aspirin first?"

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A car alarm went off down the street, waking Charlie up with a start. He winced at the pain in his neck, caused from the awkward position he slept in. He was parked in Brian's car outside Stacy and Miley's apartment building. Charlie had planned on staking it out until Miley got home, and then confront her, but he must have fallen asleep.

Looking around, he spotted Stacy's SUV parked across the street a few cars down. Miley must have arrived home after he fell asleep. He quickly checked his shock of brown hair in the rear-view mirror before opening the door.

Checking the tenant register Charlie located the correct apartment number, and then lucked out as someone was walking out -- he was able to slip in without having to buzz the door. Climbing one flight of stairs, Charlie meandered down a hallway until he found the correct apartment. He was just about to knock on the door when voices came from the other side.

"Forget it Brett!" Miley's voice was easily recognizable to Charlie.

"C'mon Miley." came a male voice; Charlie assumed it was Brett's. "I said I'm sorry. It just gets frustrating, you know?"

"It's over Brett, okay? We're over. I want you to leave."

"What is it?" Brett demanded loudly. "Is it that dork from last night?"

"It doesn't have anything to do with him, and Charlie's not a dork..."

"You're such a tease Miley, you know you want it. C'mon babe... let's get this over with."

Miley suddenly squealed in anger. "Get off me you asshole!"

Charlie's eyes widened and his entire body was flooded with anger.

Miley screamed again. "Brett! Stop it! Get off...!"

The door could have been made of iron and it wouldn't have stopped Charlie as he threw his shoulder against it with all of his adrenaline-fueled strength. The deadbolt tore the doorframe, splinters of the jamb flying through the air as the door flew open. 

Brett was atop Miley on her couch and had her arms pinned down, but he turned in surprise as Charlie burst into the apartment. "What the fu...?" he started to say, but his sentence was stopped short by Charlie tackling him. The two went right over the back of the couch.

"Charlie!?" Miley was completely startled by Charlie's sudden appearance. She quickly got up from the couch to see Charlie on top of Brett and hitting him.

"You son of a bitch!" Charlie yelled, punching his fist repeatedly into Brett's face.

"Charlie!" Miley exclaimed, running around the couch to try and grab Charlie and pull him off. It's not that she was overly concerned for Brett, but Charlie was crazed with anger and she didn't want him to hurt Brett so badly that Charlie would regret it. 

"Don't you ever touch her!" Charlie was screaming as Miley grabbed him around the arms and pulled him back, "Don't you ever fucking touch her again!!"

Brett scrambled on the floor, trying to get away from the enraged Charlie. He could taste the salty blood dripping out of his nose, and couldn't figure how such a skinny guy could possess so much strength!

Miley was reminded of how Charlie once beat up their high school's bully, a linebacker named Brock, as she continued to try and hold Charlie back. "Get out of here Brett!" Miley yelled angrily. "It's over between us!"

Brett slowly got up, wiping the back of a hand across his bloody upper lip. He glared at Charlie, who stared right back. Wisely, Brett back towards the door.

Miley didn't let go until Brett was gone, fearful that Charlie would kill him. She took a deep breath and realized she was shaking. Fortunately, most of the tenants in the apartment building were mostly students and away for the summer. She doubted anyone heard the commotion.

Turning to face her, Charlie regarded Miley silently. She looked back to him, her blue eyes shaken but full of unspoken thanks. He took a step forward and Miley stared at Charlie cautiously. He took another step and reached for Miley's arm.

Miley didn't move. "You saved me..."

Charlie wrapped his arms around the pajama-clad Miley, who let the embrace last several long moments, then she looked up into Charlie's eyes. She saw nothing but love looking back at her, and it was all Miley could do to step backwards and not kiss him. She missed the way he looked at her. But Charlie pulled her back towards his body.

"Charlie..." Miley resisted feebly, "We shouldn't."

Then his lips were upon her in a heated kiss. Charlie kissed her the way he used to kiss her, exploring her mouth with his tongue and tasting her lips with his own. She responded and kissed him in return, but kept trying to step back. Charlie moved with her until Miley's shoulders hit the apartment wall, ripping open the buttoned shirt of her pajamas and exposing Miley's breasts.

"Charlie... please..." Miley said, trying to resist him; but it was fruitless. As soon as Charlie started to kiss her again she was unable to deny how badly she wanted him. Both of them began yanking at each others clothes as their mouths hungered against one another.

As soon as they were naked, Charlie stepped back and marveled at Miley's naked body. She was mostly as he remembered, though she seemed more toned and had less baby fat around her tummy and hips, her breasts seemed slightly larger, and she was as tanned as always - her toned body kissed by the sun from head to toe. Seeing her that way, naked and vulnerable, caused Charlie's mind to scream "MINE!!" as though she were his sexual possession; which, for a long time, she was.

Miley stared right back at the naked Charlie. He wasn't as skinny as he used to be, though still quite slender. She smiled fondly at his smooth chest, thankful that he hadn't grown any more body hair. And his penis! Miley stared at Charlie's magnificent manhood as it twitched and grew to its full ten-inch length. How she had missed that thing! She could see the hunger in his eyes, and in the pit of Miley's stomach she felt an aching need to be claimed by the only man she had ever loved.

Charlie started forward and grabbed Miley by her hips, hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her as he spread her legs. Miley leaned back against the wall and lifted an arm around Charlie's neck, curling her ankles around his backside, and didn't resist his aggressive advance. Their lips met again and Charlie's penis began to poke between Miley's legs. She reached down to guide his head to her vaginal opening, moaning against his mouth as Charlie's girth suddenly invaded and stretched her sex.

"You're mine, Miley." Charlie said, his voice full of desire and confidence. "You have been ever since that day you pushed me into that bathroom."

"I never stopped being yours." Miley affirmed.

"Uhn!" Charlie grunted. "Oh fuck I need you..." He started slamming himself into her violently, and all Miley could do was hold on to Charlie as her shoulders banged against the wall.

Miley thought she was making a mistake, fearing that if she and Charlie got back together that it would get intense between them again, only to have their relationship come to a crashing halt in the fall when he left for school. But she couldn't resist him. It felt so good to have Charlie's arms around her, to have his magnificent cock within her.

Thrusting upwards, Charlie penetrated Miley's sex with nearly his entire ten inches. She gasped at the invasion, having almost forgotten the way his incredible size filled her. "Fuck me..." she whispered meekly.

"Say it." Charlie demanded, biting on her ear lobe.

"Fuck me." Miley grunted.

"Say it!" Charlie repeated.

"Fuck me!" Miley yelled, "Fuck me Charlie!"

Charlie started to grunt at Miley's encouragement, humping his hips into her with strong and fast thrusts. Wrapping both arms around Charlie's neck, Miley clung to him tightly as her entire backside banged against the wall with each thrust. "Uhn! Oh Charlie... oh god! Fuck me baby... fuck my cunt... I've needed your cock so badly..."

"You're so tight." Charlie grunted, humping Miley as fast as he could against the wall. "So fucking good. I missed you Miley... I missed you so much..."

"I know baby... I know... me too." Miley shivered as she felt Charlie penetrate her nearly to the womb. Her orgasm came like a speeding truck and overcame her in a split second, reducing her to a quivering wreck in Charlie's arms. "...cumming..." she gasped. "Oh god! I'm cumming!"

Charlie could feel the fluttering of Miley's vaginal muscles around his shaft. It had been a long time since he'd had sex and wasn't going to last much longer. He winced against the pleasure that was starting to consume him, trying to hold off his own orgasm as long as he could.

Miley saw his face and knew Charlie's explosion was pending. "Charlie stop..." she gasped, her pussy still quivering in pleasure. "Don't Charlie... baby... I'm not on the pill..."

"Oh fuck!" Charlie moaned, lost in their violent sex. "Oh fuck I'm going to cum...!"

"Charlie don't cum in me!" Miley begged, her mouth agape at the sensations of Charlie pumping his cock as deeply as he could. "Please! Baby! You'll make me pregnant!"

"Uhn!" Charlie grunted. "Uhn! Oh shit!" He yanked himself away, letting Miley drop to her feet. His cock twitched in the air and Charlie took himself into hand, his orgasm arriving after just two strokes.

Miley fell to her knees, her legs felt too weak to stand regardless, and accepted Charlie's pleasure. He jerked himself off onto her chest, milking Miley's breasts with shot after shot of semen. "Oh god... that's it baby, cum on me..."

Replacing his hand with her own, Miley continued to jerk Charlie's cock. His orgasm seemed endless as rope after rope of his stringing seed fired out to decorate her skin. By the time it was over, and the last few beads of cum oozed out of Charlie's cock, Miley's chest was a mess of clingy strands.

"Holy fuck. I needed that." Charlie said, breathing heavily.

Miley panted, curled on her knees and weak from Charlie's fucking. "Me too." she admitted. She reached for his penis and coaxed it with her hand, smoothing her fingers along it's still-hard length.

"Miley... I love you. We belong together." Charlie said.

Miley nodded. "I know. I know baby... I'm just... I need some time, okay?"

Charlie's face screwed up in confusion. "Time for what?"

"Please... please Charlie. I'm just confused. I know you love me. I love you too... I do. And I don't want anyone else. But I've got to get my head straight before I jump back into this. I love you more than anything else in the world. But it hurt when you left, okay? I never thought you'd actually leave me until you did, and that hurt so much."

Charlie hugged her, his sticky mess between them. "And I thought you were cool with it. I thought we agreed we could handle the long distance thing? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did!" Miley said, clinging to him tightly.

"Not until the night before I left..." Charlie complained, "It was a little late by then."

"I know, Charlie. I fucked up." Miley started to cry against Charlie's chest. "I want to be with you, I do. Just let me figure my head out, okay?"

Charlie let out a relenting sigh and finally nodded. "Okay, I get it." He let go of her and looked around for his clothes. "I guess I can give you some time. But Miley, don't wait too long. Summer is short enough as it is."

Miley bit her lip and nodded. That was exactly what she was afraid of.

PART 2 - She's Scared

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Sitting in the mall's food court filling out applications wasn't Charlie's idea of a fun Saturday, but he needed to find a job. He'd already been home a week and hadn't applied anywhere, so he decided to grab application forms from a bunch of stores and fill them all out at once. He figured one of them had to be hiring.

He was about halfway through his stack when Charlie heard someone call out his name.

"Hey Charlie!" came Stacy's voice from across the food court.

Charlie smiled and waved. He thought she looked like a sportswear model as Stacy approached in a pair of skimpy running shorts and a sports bra, both blue, with her blond hair tied back in a long pony tail beneath a cute baseball cap.

"Looking good hon." Charlie greeted as Stacy sat down at Charlie's table.

"Thanks." Stacy grinned. "You too. If you learned anything since last year, it was how to shop."

Charlie looked down at his clothes, a trendy short-sleeved button shirt and a pair of designer jeans. "Yeah, I guess. I've come a long way from the high school nerd, huh?"

"We've all come a long way. So what are you up to?" Stacy looked to Charlie's stack of applications.

"Hoping to find a summer job." Charlie answered. "What about you?"

"I was just jogging with Brian actually, then we came over here to look at shoes. He needs a new pair. He's over at the shoe store now trying some on."

"It's so weird that Brian's turned into a fitness freak. I guess we've all changed." Charlie smiled. "So you and him are...?"

Stacy blushed a little. "Yeah, I'm guessing he told you?"

Charlie lifted a shoulder. "He mentioned something about your party and amazing sex."

Stacy laughed. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised he told you. You're best friends and all, just like me and..."

"It's okay." Charlie sensed Stacy's hesitation to mention Miley. "How is she?"

"She misses you." Stacy replied.

Charlie frowned. "She's driving me nuts, you know? She misses me. She loves me. She won't sleep with any other guys, but she won't get back together with me."

"She's scared." Stacy said.

"Scared of what?" Charlie asked.

"Losing you." Stacy answered firmly.

"Then why was she with that jerk Brett?" Charlie sounded annoyed.

"Oh come on Charlie, the only reason she was with him was to make you jealous. You couldn't see that?"

Charlie squinted and shook his head.

"It's true." Stacy said. "I mean, she only started dating him like three weeks before you got back. It's so obvious. She wanted to make you jealous."

"Then why won't she get back together with me?" Charlie wanted to know.

Stacy took a deep breath and considered. "Back in high school, before you two started dating, Miley mostly dated college guys."

"Yeah." Charlie nodded, remembering.

"They saw her as a trophy, you know? As soon as they got anywhere with her, not that she ever went all the way with any of them, they'd go brag to their friends about it. Or they'd just dump her and move on to the next girl at the next party."

"So?" Charlie shrugged.

Stacy frowned. "That gets to a girl, Charlie, the constant rejection. She would call me crying, wondering why every guy she dated treated her so horribly. It got to the point where she wouldn't let herself get close to anyone, out of fear that they'd dump her."

"She's afraid I'm going to dump her?" Charlie couldn't understand it.

"She's afraid you'll move on, yeah." Stacy nodded. "She was a wreck last fall, after you left. She was certain you'd find another girl at Brown that you'd like better than her. She's still afraid that'll happen."

"So, is that why she didn't sleep anyone this last year?" Charlie wondered. "She was afraid of letting anyone in?"

Stacy shook her head. "She still loves you Charlie, she'd never sleep with anyone else until you guys are well and truly over. She chose you, remember? She chose you to lose her virginity too, because she trusted you. You made her feel loved and desired. I'm sure she still feels that way."

Charlie sighed, "Just not enough to get back together with me."

Stacy smiled, sympathetic to Charlie's frustration. She reached over and put a hand on his arm. "You just need to convince her, somehow, that you won't leave her again."

Charlie contemplated that.

"Dude!" came Brian's voice as he approached the pair carrying a box of shoes. "What's up Charlie?"

Charlie suddenly got up. "I gotta go."

"Huh?" Brian looked confused.

Charlie gathered up his applications. "I have to find Miley, I'll see you guys later!"

Brian stared as Charlie dashed off. "That guy is always chasing after Miley. It's like he's a mouse, and she's cheese..."

Stacy giggled.

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"Okay Daddy, I'll see you tomorrow for lunch."

Miley set her phone on the coffee table and frowned. Even the prospect of seeing her father, whom she adored, couldn't get Miley's mind off Charlie. She thought she was prepared for this. Miley had been fooling herself for the last several months, into thinking she could handle it when Charlie came back -- whatever his romantic situation would be (even if he had a new girlfriend). But Miley was wrong. As soon as she saw him at Stacy's party all of the feelings Miley had for Charlie came flooding back into her with the power of a tsunami. She loved him; that much she was certain of, but if she got back together with him for the summer she knew Charlie would go away again in three months and all the pain would return.

It wasn't that Miley didn't trust Charlie to stay faithful to her when he was away, or that she couldn't handle a long distance relationship, but four years is a long stretch. It was only a matter of time, to Miley's reasoning, before Charlie found someone else while away at college. No, he wouldn't cheat on her, she was sure of that... he'd call and break up with her first; and that was the kind of pain Miley wanted to avoid.

Sick of thinking about it, Miley picked up the television remote and started flipping through channels. But nothing was on; at least nothing that could take her mind off Charlie. She switched the TV off and picked up a celebrity gossip magazine, but after flipping through several pages Miley realized she had a problem that neither TV nor a magazine could solve... she was horny.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 11



Letting out an exasperated sigh, she flopped the magazine aside and marched down the short hallway to her bedroom. Inside her bedside drawer Miley found her 'Long Johnson' and regarded it for a moment, biting her lower lip. She figured she had the apartment to herself for a while. Why not? Setting the sex toy on the bed, Miley stripped herself of all clothing and laid down right on top of the bedspread, leaning back against a pair of pillows pinned between her and the bed's headboard.

Bending her knees and spreading her legs, Miley started by licking a pair of neatly manicured fingers and lowering them between her legs. One finger drew back the hood of her clit while the other rubbed the little button gently. She used just enough friction to make it swell.

Reaching aside, Miley grabbed her dildo and spread her legs even further, positioning the head of the ten-inch monster at the entrance of her slit. She gasped as the toy first penetrated her and held it in place, letting her vagina accept its size.

Thoughts of hot sex swirled in her head as Miley suddenly plunged the rubber phallus a third of the way into her pussy, "Oh my god..." she whimpered. "Fuck me..."

She worked the dildo for a while at that depth, pulling it nearly all the way out and sliding it back in, letting her natural lubrication coat the surface of the toy until it glistened with her fluids. Then Miley pushed it in further and groaned loudly as she penetrated herself with half of its length.

"Fuck me with your big cock." she hissed, growing aroused by the way the dildo filled her pussy. Her other hand was still manipulating her clitoris, one finger swirling the little nub slowly.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, humping herself with the dildo swiftly. "Oh fuck. I need some cock... I need a big fat cock in my cunt."

Miley adjusted the angle of the dildo and flipped the switch on the butt end of it so it started vibrating against her clitoris as she stuffed herself full of it. This freed up her other hand, which she lifted to one of her smallish B-cup breasts and squeezed it tightly.

Closing her eyes, Miley rolled her head back against the pillow and let her mouth hang open as she pumped her sex full of the vibrating toy, plunging it in and out of herself. "Uhn...! Oh....! Oh fuck baby... fill me up, oh god! Fill me with your big cock... oh my god, make me cum..."

Groping her own breast tightly, digging into it with her nails, Miley's whole body started to squirm on the bed. Honey poured from her sex, leaking out around the sides of her dildo and soaking her crotch and ass cheeks. The toy buzzed as she fucked the thing furiously, nearly its entire length disappearing with each thrust of Miley's hand.

She became lost in orgasm and fantasy, imagining it was a real cock inside her. Miley moaned and thrashed on the bed, her entire body engaged in the frantic fucking she was giving herself. "Fuck me!!!" she screamed. "Fuck me Charlie!!!"

Wriggling and squirming through her orgasm, Miley finally had to turn the vibration off her toy and relax her body. Her limbs went lax and she was breathing heavily, flush in the afterglow of cumming. The bedspread beneath her pussy was soaked from her leaking juices, and she just laid there, the dildo obscenely sticking out of her as she recovered her senses.

That's when the doorbell sounded.

"Oh shit!" Miley squealed, quickly withdrawing the Long Johnson out of her sheath and hopping out of bed. "Just a second!" she yelled down the hall, throwing on a pair of panties and a long tee shirt that fell past her hips.

Dashing down the hall into the living room, still flushed from her orgasm, Miley cracked open the recently repaired apartment door as wide as the safety chain would allow. "Charlie?" she sounded surprised, peeking through.

"Hey." Charlie greeted. "Can I come in?"

"Um... yeah. Just a sec?" Miley pushed the door shut and ran her hand through her tangle of dark curls. She remembered what she was wearing, but realized Charlie had seen her many times wearing far less. She unhooked the chain.

As Charlie entered he looked Miley over, "Did you just get up or something?" Her legs looked so sexy beneath the tee shirt!

Miley closed the door and re-hooked the chain. "Hmm? Oh, yeah." she lied. "I was taking a nap actually."

"Oh, sorry." Charlie apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Miley waved a dismissive hand. "It's fine. So what's up?"

Charlie took a deep breath. "Listen, I know you're scared. Scared that I'll leave you."

"Charlie..." Miley started.

But Charlie lifted a hand to interrupt. "Just hear me out, okay?"

Miley bit her lip and nodded.

"I know you're scared." Charlie continued. "But I need you to understand that there will never be another girl on this planet that I want to be with more. I will never, ever, leave you Miley. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"That's really sweet Charlie, but..." Miley's words faded as Charlie dug into his pocket and fell to one knee. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Millicent Andrews," Charlie said, holding out an engagement ring. "Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Miley lifted a hand to cover her gasp.

(to be continued)

[Thanks to my wonderful editor manda126 for helping me not only with the editing, but for her ideas when I was stuck with writer's block.]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 12



PART 1 - The Proposal

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Charlie hurried through the mall, making a beeline towards the jeweler. It was a small but open store with several glass cases displaying jewelry of all types. It was the rings Charlie was interested in.

"Hello sir." A man in a suit greeted. "Can I help you with anything today?"

"I'm looking for an engagement ring." Charlie answered.

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As Charlie drove his mother's Ford Taurus from the mall towards the apartment Miley shared with Stacy, he had to grip the steering wheel in both hands to keep them from shaking; never in his entire life had Charlie ever felt so nervous.

Stacy's words about Miley's fears kept echoing in his mind, and the only way Charlie figured he could convince Miley that he would never leave her, never choose another girl over her, was to propose; to show her just how serious he was, how much in love with her he had always been. He wanted to be with her, for the rest of his life, Charlie was absolutely sure of that. The only unknown factor was if Miley felt the same way.

Charlie parked at the curb right in front of Miley's apartment and turned the key off. Taking a deep breath, Charlie checked his pocket for the hundredth time and felt the small lump that was the ring. Collecting himself for a few moments, Charlie slowly got out of the car and walked towards the building's front entrance. Each step was like a mile as Charlie played out all the possible scenarios in his mind of what was about to happen.

In the apartment foyer, Charlie stood and stared at the intercom system and was unable to bring himself to push the button that would buzz Miley's apartment and enable her to let him in. His knees shook with the fear that she would think he was crazy and turn him down; Charlie didn't know if he could go through with it. It wasn't until one of the building's residents exited the building that Charlie snapped out of his deep thoughts; he slipped into the building before the door could close and lock itself.

Charlie noticed the door had been repaired when he reached Miley's apartment. He had smashed it open only a week earlier when he heard Miley's ex-boyfriend attacking her. Standing in the hallway, Charlie thought of that day. Miley had told him she loved him, but needed time before she was ready to discuss their relationship. They hadn't spoken since, and now Charlie was about to propose. Fear filled his chest, but he bravely lifted his finger to the doorbell button. Several moments passed before Charlie heard someone on the other side.

Miley cracked open the apartment door as wide as the safety chain would allow. "Charlie?" she sounded surprised, peeking through.

"Hey." Charlie greeted nervously. "Can I come in?"

"Um, yeah. Just a sec?" Miley pushed the door shut and ran her hand through her tangle of dark curls. She remembered what she was wearing, just a pair of panties beneath a long tee shirt, but realized Charlie had seen her many times wearing far less. She unhooked the chain.

As Charlie entered he looked Miley over, "Did you just get up or something?" Her long curly dark hair was tousled and she seemed flushed, but her legs looked so sexy beneath that shirt and she was as beautiful as always.

Miley closed the door and re-hooked the chain. "Hmm? Oh, yeah." she lied. "I was taking a nap actually."

"Oh, sorry." Charlie apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Miley waved a dismissive hand. "It's fine. So what's up?"

Charlie took a deep breath. "Listen, I know you're scared. Scared that I'll leave you."

"Charlie..." Miley started.

But Charlie lifted a hand to interrupt. "Just hear me out, okay?"

Miley bit her lip and nodded.

"I know you're scared." Charlie continued. "But I need you to understand that there will never be another girl on this planet I want to be with more. I will never, ever leave you Miley. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"That's really sweet Charlie, but..." Miley's words faded as Charlie dug into his pocket and fell to one knee. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Millicent Andrews," Charlie said, holding out an engagement ring. "Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

Miley lifted a hand to cover her gasp. "Oh my god!"

"I love you Miley." Charlie smiled, still on one knee. "I want to be your husband."

Miley concentrated on breathing, caught completely off-guard by the proposal. "Charlie, oh my god. You're supposed to do this somewhere really romantic, not while I'm half-naked in my messy apartment."

Charlie's brows rose, "I could ask again after you clean the place up a bit and get fully naked?"

Miley stared at Charlie in disbelief, and then burst into giggles. "Oh my god! I can't believe this is happening. You're seriously proposing to me?"

Charlie nodded, "I'm seriously proposing to you."

Miley bit her lip and looked at the ring again. "Charlie, I don't know. We're at different schools and we're only nineteen and..."

"I'm not going back to Providence." Charlie interrupted. "I'm never leaving you again, Miley. It was a mistake going to Brown; I should have stayed here with you. I'll submit my transfer paperwork to Brown on Monday and go to Florida with you next year."

"You mean it. You're really serious..." Miley whispered.

Charlie was still holding out the ring. "Will you marry me, Miley?"

Swallowing back her tears of joy, Miley beamed and nodded. "Yes! Yes Charlie, of course I'll marry you."

Charlie felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders as he grinned and rose, hugging Miley tightly.

"Put the ring on me." Miley said, hugging him back.

Taking her hand, Charlie slipped the gold band, with three small diamonds inset into it, over the proper finger. Charlie frowned as it was too big. "Shit, I'm sorry. I had to guess at the size. But the jeweler said they could resize..."

"I don't care, silly!" Miley smiled, lifting her hand to view the ring. "It's gorgeous! But Charlie, how could you afford this?"

"Um, I had some loan money leftover after tuition from last year. I was going to use it to buy a car, but seeing the look on your face right now I'll be happy walking around this summer."

"Oh sweetie, I'll drive you anywhere you want to go all summer long!" Miley hopped into Charlie's arms again and hugged him closely. "Oh my god this is so exciting! I can't believe I'm engaged!!! I love you Charlie. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Charlie replied, holding Miley close and kissing her.

The way Charlie and Miley kissed it was as though they hadn't been broken up for the previous nine months, easily comfortable in one another's embrace. It quickly grew heated as nearly a year's worth of built-up longing flooded through their lips. Miley was the aggressor, which had always been the norm for them, as she began to grab at Charlie's shirt and pants buttons.

"Make love to me." Miley whispered from her throat as Charlie's hands started gripping her panty-clad backside.

"Don't you want to tell anyone about our engagement, first?" Charlie managed to ask between kissing her neck and nibbling on Miley's ear.

"The world can wait." Miley declared, pulling Charlie's shirt off to reveal his slender and hairless torso. "We've been apart too long."

Charlie hoisted Miley up by her butt. She squealed happily and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "I'm sorry Miley. I'm sorry I didn't stay."

"Shh, it's okay." Miley said, kissing him again as Charlie carried her down the short hall to Miley's bedroom. "We both let it go too far, but we're together now."

Charlie laid Miley on the bed and tugged at her panties, sliding them off her toned legs. She pulled her shirt off as Charlie finished getting naked as well. Miley took one more look at her engagement band before setting the ring on her bedside stand so that it wouldn't fall off and become lost.

Miley blushed as she suddenly realized her 'Long Johnson' was lying on the bed beside her.

Charlie laughed and picked it up. "I see you have been keeping busy without me."

"Don't tease me." Miley grinned up at Charlie. "I had to use something while you were a zillion miles away."

Waving the dildo in the air, Charlie asked "Is it as good as me?"

Miley shook her head. "Nothing is as good as your big cock."

"Let's compare." Charlie nudged Miley's knees apart and moved in with her sex toy.

"Charlie!" Miley laughed as he positioned the massive thing at the entrance to her slit. "Go easy baby, it's almost as big as you are."

Charlie used the flat of his thumb against Miley's clitoris, rubbing it as he nudged the tip of her Long Johnson into her. "We're you masturbating recently, is that why you had it out?"

"Right before you got here." Miley admitted with a grin.

"And you're still horny?" Charlie asked.

Miley bit her lip and nodded cutely, then gasped as Charlie slid several inches of the sex toy into her. The way he was masturbating her clit made Miley wet, lubricating the sudden invasion. "I'm always horny, you know that."

"I know." Charlie confirmed. "You must have really missed me this last year."

Reaching to where Charlie knelt on the bed beside her, Miley took hold of Charlie's already-erect penis. "Of course I did."

"How often did you masturbate with your toy?" Charlie asked, sliding a few inches of the dildo back and forth into Miley's dripping slit.

"Every day," Miley answered with a whimper. "Sometimes twice."

"Did you pretend it was my cock?" Charlie wondered, circling his thumb pad on Miley's stiff button.

"Every time." Miley breathed in arousal, spreading her legs further apart as Charlie kept inching the dildo deeper and deeper. Her grip on his erection tightened.

Charlie continued to fuck the massive dildo into Miley, though he did so slowly, noticing by the slick slather of her juices on the toy that she was already massively aroused. "Does this feel good?"

Miley squirmed on the bed, twisting the covers beneath her, and nodded. "It feels really good... it's better when someone else is fucking me with it."

"I'm going to make you cum on it before I fuck you." Charlie stated.

"Deeper." Miley urged. "Go a little deeper... and lick your thumb, get it nice and wet."

Charlie followed her instructions and swathed his tongue over his thumb before returning it to Miley's clit. He rubbed circles against it and urged the dildo further into her sex until he met resistance. Charlie could tell whenever he was doing something right because Miley's grip on his penis would tighten and she'd issue sexy little whimpers. He marveled at her sun-kissed body and how devastatingly hot Miley always appeared.

"Oh god!" Miley moaned, "That feels so good. Fuck me with my toy, Charlie... fuck me really good. Faster... fuck it into me faster..."

"You're so wet." Charlie commented, looking down between Miley's legs and the wet spot gathering beneath her butt. The slick coating on the dildo made it easy for Charlie to increase his pace while he reached to her breast and squeezed the small mound into his palm.

Miley's hand clenched tightly onto Charlie's cock and she began to writhe on the bed. "Fuck... oh fuck! You're going to make me cum... oh Jesus!"

Charlie watched as the small of Miley's back arched off the bed. Her eyes clenched shut and he thought her grip would choke the head off his penis. She was obviously cumming, but Charlie didn't relent with the sex toy and continued to work it in and out of her. "That's it sweetie, cum for me. Cum for me baby."

"Oh shit!" Miley cursed, her other hand squeezing a handful of covers tightly. Her toes clenched and her hips bucked against the 'Long Johnson'. "...so good... so fucking good... cumming..."

Bringing her down gently, Charlie slowed the pace of his masturbations until Miley finally relaxed. "That was so sexy, watching you cum like that."

Miley whimpered a little as she felt Charlie unsheathe the dildo from the hilt of her sex. "I feel empty... will you fill me up with your cock?" She gave his penis a few gentle strokes.

Charlie nodded silently, and moved to hover over Miley. She kept her hand on his penis, lovingly rubbing it.

"I've been using my dildo all year so that my pussy wouldn't forget how big you are." Miley said, stroking her delicate fingers up and down Charlie's erect shaft. "Has your cock missed me? Has it missed being in my warm snatch?"

"Oh god yes Miley."

"Have you been jerking it off?"

"Yes." Charlie admitted.

"What do you think about when you rub it?" Miley wondered.

"You." Charlie answered. "Always you."

Miley made a cute little smile. "Never any other girls?"

Charlie shook his head as Miley aimed the head of his cock towards the entrance of her slit.

"My pussy is the only one your cock wants?"

"Yes." Charlie breathed hotly.

"You'll never stick your cock into another girl, will you Charlie? I want to be the only one you ever fuck, the same way that your cock is the only one that ever enters my depths."

"You're the only girl I'll ever want." Charlie promised.

"Then my body is yours. It's always been yours Charlie, even when we were broken up. But don't cum in me, okay baby? I haven't been on the pill."

"Okay." Charlie whispered, then slid a third of his length into Miley's soaked cunt.

"Ohhh god yes." Miley moaned, arching her back. "Oh fuck I've missed this."

Charlie lowered his mouth to one of Miley's breasts. Her hand curled around the back of his head, her finger's mingling unto Charlie's brown hair, encouraging him to suck on a nipple.

"Give me a good fucking, Charlie. But don't forget to pull out. You can cum on my tummy if you want."

Charlie mumbled an agreement as he mouthed Miley's breast, working his erection further between Miley's ever-spreading legs.

"I love it when you cum on me." Miley mewed. "It makes me feel like such a slut, having your warm little babies swimming around on my skin."

Charlie spit out Miley's hardening pink nipple long enough to groan "Fuck Miley, I love it when you talk dirty."

Miley grinned warmly, caressing Charlie's cheek as he started sliding his length in and out of her sex. "I know baby, but don't stop sucking on my tit." Miley gripped her own breast, gathering the flesh so that her erect nipple stuck out towards Charlie's face. "It feels so good. I wish I had some milk to give you."

Charlie returned his mouth to Miley's breast, suckling on her pink-capped mound as she fed it to him. He enjoyed flicking his tongue against the hardening nipple.

"After we're married and you make me pregnant my tits are going to fill up with milk and get all swollen." 

Charlie groaned in his throat at Miley's dirty talk, his lips sucking hard upon her breast. His hips began to involuntarily hump between her legs faster.

"They might even get big enough to fit around your cock." Miley continued. "You'll have to drink the milk out of them every night to relieve the pressure, then you can titty-fuck me until your cum shoots out all over my neck."

Charlie gasped out his arousal at Miley's dirty talk, leaving her breast slick with his saliva. His arms curled under her shoulders and he began driving hard humping motions into her.

Miley bore his fucking happily, her arms wrapping around Charlie's torso. "Fuck Charlie, your cock is so big... jeezus." Her ankles locked around his thighs as Charlie continued to rut himself inside of her. "Make me cum baby; make me cum before you have to pull out."

Rising to his knees, Charlie pulled Miley's ass up onto his thighs and resumed his powerful thrusts, her hands took his and Miley encouraged Charlie to squeeze and fondle the small mounds of flesh of her breasts.

"That's it, squeeze my titties. Oh fuck yes that feels so good." Miley began to squirm against Charlie's assault, her pussy gripping his length in a quivering orgasm. "I'm cumming!" she announced loudly. "Oh god, I'm cumming!"

Charlie was forced to withdraw for fear of erupting inside her, his cock suddenly slapping against Miley's hairless mound and trim stomach. She grabbed his length immediately and began stroking swiftly, her grip lubricated by the wetness of her own orgasm.

"Uhn!" Charlie grunted, his entire body going rigid. His orgasm came in a massive eruption, pearly fluid blasting horizontally to land in a long rope across Miley's tummy.

Miley squealed with glee and continued to pump out several more ropes of semen, delighted by the warmth as it landed across her sweaty skin. Charlie's hips bucked rigidly until there was no more, then he collapsed atop his fiancé.

Miley giggled and held Charlie close, her fingers trailing along his back. "You decorated me so good." she whispered. "I've missed getting all messy from your cum."

"I love you." Charlie stated, kissing her neck and earlobe.

"I love you too baby."

Part 2 - Back Together

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Stacy returned home from the mall after dropping Brian off and found her roommate sitting in the living room of the small off-campus apartment they shared. Miley was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a loose tee shirt, flipping through a catalogue. Her hair was tangled.

"Jeez Miley, it's almost three in the afternoon." Stacy remarked. "You look like you just got out of bed."

Miley glanced up, doing her best to conceal the excitement she felt. "I did."

Stacy laughed. "Lazy bum." she teased, setting her purse on a table by the door. "Are you going to be like this all summer?"

"I wasn't sleeping." Miley noted.

Turning a look to her best friend, Stacy lifted a brow.

Miley bit her lip, trying in vain not to smile. "Charlie was over."

Stacy rolled her eyes, "Are you guys finally back together? Because I don't think I can take any more."

"He proposed." Miley interrupted.

Stacy froze. "He what?"

Beaming, Miley nodded her affirmation. "He proposed." She lifted a hand and displayed the diamond engagement ring on her finger. "We got engaged!"

"No way!" Stacy gasped, staring at the ring.

Miley nodded again and practically leapt from the couch towards Stacy.

"Oh my god!" Stacy exclaimed, hugging Miley. "You're getting married?!?"

Miley wrapped her arms around Stacy's neck happily, "And he said he wasn't going back to Brown, he's going to transfer to Florida to be with me next year."

"Miley, that's great. Oh my god, I'm so happy for you!"

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"You did what?" Brian asked.

"I proposed." Charlie repeated. After leaving Miley he drove right to Brian's parent's house, where Brian was staying for the summer. His bedroom was as messy as ever, littered with clothes and comic books.

"Dude, no way! What did she say?"

"She said 'yes." Charlie grinned. "We're getting married."

"Well, you're life is over." Brian stated flatly.

Charlie gave his best friend a quizzical look. "What?"

"That's where life ends dude, marriage. My dad has told me that a thousand times. 'Don't get married until you're forty, son' he always says, 'or your life will be over'."

"I don't believe you!" Charlie laughed, "I just told you I'm getting married to Miley and this is how you respond?"

"Sorry dude." Brian grinned. "I guess my parents aren't the best example. This is great, actually. Maybe now you and Miley can get past all the drama. Congrats, seriously."

Charlie and Brian shook hands, then clasped a manly hug.

"I just have two requests." Charlie said. "First, will you be my best man?"

"Of course I will dude! Weddings are always so much fun. Especially the receptions, where there's tons of horny women and lots of booze to loosen them up."

Charlie laughed.

"What's the second request?" Brian wondered.

"That we start working on our Captain Darkness comic again." Charlie stated.

"Seriously? We haven't worked on that since last summer."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 12



"I know." Charlie nodded. "But if I'm going to be a husband I can't work at the frigging mall for eight bucks an hour. I want to be a writer, a comic book writer, and I think we can sell our book. It could really work out."

"You think Miley's dad will still show it to those publishers he mentioned?" Brian asked.

Charlie shrugged. "I hope so. I'm going to be his son after all."

"Good point." Brian conceded. "My art has actually gotten a lot better." He started digging through the mess on his bedroom desk, "I should show you some sketches. I have this great concept for a villain; she's a panty-clad dominatrix with the power to control men's minds."

Charlie burst out laughing. It felt good to laugh again; he was back home with his friends, Miley and him were together, and all was right in the world.

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Picking up her disastrous mess of a bedroom later that night, Miley felt like she was walking on air. She couldn't stop smiling while picking up various articles of clothing and hanging them neatly in the closet. Charlie had proposed! He loved her, he really loved her, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Even better, he wouldn't go away again in the fall; Miley was the happiest she'd been since before her and Charlie broke up.

Straightening her bed blankets, Miley giggled when she found her big rubber dildo lying between the sheets. She thought fondly of Charlie using it on her just hours earlier when her cell phone buzzed, interrupting the pleasant thoughts.

"Hello?" Miley answered.

"Hey soon-to-be Mrs. White." came Charlie's voice.

Miley beamed a smile. "Hey fiancé. What you doing?"

"I just got home from Brian's."

"Did you tell him?" Miley was curious, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"Yeah. He told me my life was over, but agreed to be my best man. Then we talked about Captain Darkness for three hours."

The roll of Miley's eyes could be heard in her voice. "You two are such dorks."

"Did you tell Stacy?" Charlie asked.

"Of course. She agreed to be my maid-of-honor, then we looked at wedding dresses online for three hours."

Charlie's laughter rang through the phone. "You two are such girls."

"You haven't told your parents, have you?" Miley quizzed.

"No, I thought we should tell them together."

"I'd like that." Miley agreed. "I want you to be there when I tell my dad, too."

"What about your mom and Brad?" came Charlie's question.

"Maybe I'll just send them an invitation." Miley remarked dryly.

Charlie chuckled. "Still not getting along?"

"Not really." Miley answered., then quickly changed the subject. "Guess what I just found?"

"What?" Charlie asked curiously.

"My Long Johnson." Miley stated seductively. "Want to come over and use it on me again?"

"I can't." Charlie lamented. "I promised I'd get up early with my dad and help him with the lawn."

Miley pouted, "Too bad. Guess I'll have to use it all by my lonesome."

"Oh man, I wish I could come over. I'd love to watch you."

"I just bet you would." Miley said, reclining back to lay on her bed. "Would you jerk off while you watched me shove it into my cunt?"

"Jeezus Miley." came Charlie's suddenly aroused voice through the phone.

Hiking her pajama bottoms and panties down her thighs, Miley described "I'm rubbing it against my pussy right now Charlie, sliding it between my cunt lips."

"Miley, you're making me hard."

"Poor baby." Miley cooed. "Is your big cock getting all throbby while you think of me rubbing my dildo against my soft, wet, pussy? I bet you want to rub it for me, don't you?"

"Y-yeah." Charlie stammered. Miley could hear him jostling on the other end and knew he was probably taking his pants off.

"You're such a filthy boy, Charlie." Miley teased. "You want to jerk off like some nasty pervert while you listen to a girl talk dirty on the phone."

"I guess you bring the worst out in me." Charlie countered.

Miley giggled, rubbing the sex toy against her clitoris. "I wish you were here baby, so I could watch you stroke that massive thing. Are you rubbing it yet?"

"Yes." Charlie freely admitted.

"Mmm, naughty boy." Miley flirted. Then she encouraged him further, "Squeeze it nice and tight for me, like I do when I pump you. Are you using lube?"

"Hand-lotion." Charlie answered.

"Get it nice and slick for me baby." Miley said, inserting the tip of her dildo into the folds of her sex. "I want to hear it. Put the phone down by your cock."

The next thing Miley heard were the slick sounds of Charlie's lubricated hand as he pumped a fist up and down his shaft. She moaned with desire and pushed the Long Johnson into her vagina several more inches.

"Could you hear?" came Charlie's sudden voice.

"Oh yeah." Miley moaned. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you and that big toy of yours jammed halfway up your pussy." was Charlie's answer.

"Oh god." Miley intoned breathlessly. "I do have it stuck in me, Charlie. I have it halfway up my cunt. I wish it was your cock in me, filling my insides. Tell me what else you're thinking."

"I'm imagining you laying in your bed, squeezing your own breast."

Miley pinned her cell phone between her ear and shoulder, then used her free hand to shove her tee shit over her chest. She kneaded on her own breast with a hungry palm, "I wish it was you here, grabbing my tits with your horny hands."

"Your tits are so beautiful." Charlie stated. "If I was there I'd be sucking on them and nibbling on your cute little pink nipples."

Miley groaned and pinched a nipple between her neatly manicured fingertips. "They get so stiff for you. I'm squeezing my tit now, Oh Charlie, it feels so good. Are you still jerking off for me?"

"Yes." came Charlie's labored voice.

"Stroke it really good for me baby. Do it like I do when I masturbate you. Squeeze the base of your shaft and work your hand all the way up until the ring of your fingers tease the ridge of your cockhead."

Charlie groaned into the telephone as he did what Miley told him.

"Now imagine me laying here." Miley continued, her voice heady with arousal. "My thick dildo sticking halfway out of my cunt while I rub my little clitty and squeeze my own tits. Imagine what a horny slut I look like right now Charlie, this big rubber dick hanging out of me, my juices dripping down along its shaft."

Charlie grunted, gasping at Miley's dirty talk.

"Jerk off for me Charlie." Miley all but begged through the phone. "Jerk off just for me. When you cum I want it to be because you're thinking about my sexy body quivering in need for your gigantic dick."

"Oh god Miley, I'm close baby..."

"That's it Charlie, faster. Stroke it faster while you think about my body." Miley was squirming now, stimulating her clit with a rapidly circling finger. "Make your cum shoot out real high into the air while you imagine your cock pumping me full of your hot baby-making goo."

Charlie had gone non-verbal on the other side of the phone, grunting and moaning loudly as he masturbated.

"Cum with me Charlie!" Miley writhed in her bed, her legs digging into the bed covers and wriggling with the sudden onslaught of her pending orgasm. "Cum all over yourself with me... oh god baby, I'm so close..."

"Miley!" Charlie blurted, "Miley I'm going to cum!"

"Me too baby, oh god me too. Oh shit! Oh Charlie I'm cumming... oh god... oh god...!"

Charlie grunted sharply through the phone and Miley knew he just shot a stream of cum out. They both gasped and moaned over the phone for several long moments as their mutual orgasms overtook them. Miley's ordeal was so potent that her vaginal muscles quivered and squeezed the rubber dildo to plop out onto the bed between her legs and stain the sheets with the honey of her arousal.

Miley giggled with delight when it was all over. "Did you cum?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.

"I got it all over myself." Charlie answered in an amused tone. "My stomach and chest are all sticky with myself."

"Mmm, I totally wish I was there to lick it up for you baby."

"God I've missed you." Charlie stated sincerely.

"Me too." Miley agreed. "Come over tomorrow and give me the real thing?"

"As soon as I'm done helping my dad." Charlie promised.

Part 3 - Just Like Old Times

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Stacy groggily walked down the short hallway of her and Miley's apartment towards the kitchen, clad only in a robe. Charlie had spent the night again last night, which he had done every night for the last week, and he and Miley had kept her up late with their noisy lovemaking. "I should move back in with my parents." she muttered, reaching towards the coffee machine.

The pot was halfway brewed when Stacy heard Miley's bedroom door open. Moments later Charlie appeared in the kitchen, wearing a pair of boxers and a tee shirt. "Hey Stace." he greeted, stretching and yawning.

"Hey." Stacy muttered tiredly, leaning against the kitchen counter as she waited for the coffee.

"What's with you? You look like hell." Charlie noted.

"Thanks. You really know how to sweet-talk the ladies." Stacy replied.

Charlie grinned.

"I didn't get much sleep last night. We've got thin walls and I listened to you and Miley giggling and humping half the night."

Wincing, Charlie said "Oh, jeez. I'm sorry Stace."

Stacy lifted a dismissive hand. "It's okay. I'd rather lose sleep than listen to Miley whine and cry about you too not being together."

Charlie issued a small laugh, "You're a really great friend, you know that? To both of us."

Stacy let herself smile, "Well, I love you both. I'm happy for you two Charlie, I really am. You're so good for Miley, I'm glad you're home and back together with her. But I may need to invest in some earplugs."

Miley appeared then, wearing nothing but one of Charlie's tee shirts which fell just past her slender hips. "Having trouble sleeping hon?" she asked with a yawn.

Stacy and Charlie both chuckled.

Digging in a cupboard, Miley fetched three coffee mugs. "Do you have to work today, baby?"

"Yeah." Charlie nodded. He had gotten a job in the local suburban mall at a comic book store. It didn't pay the best, but Charlie got to be around and talk about comics all day with his fellow employees and customers. "Then afterwards Brian and I are going to work on our book."

Stacy frowned, "Brian is supposed to be taking me to the movies tonight."

Miley's frown mirrored Stacy's "And we're supposed to find the time to tell our parents about our engagement."

"Don't remind me." Charlie sighed, pouring a cup of coffee. "My parents are probably going to flip out."

"Whatever." Miley poked Charlie in his tummy. "Your parents love me, they're going to be thrilled that their son is marrying such a beautiful and smart girl like me."

Charlie grinned as Stacy rolled her eyes. "I better jump in the shower or I'll be late for work."

Miley lifted herself to her tippy toes and gave Charlie a kiss on his cheek. "I'll get dressed and drive you."

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"DC comics are totally better than Marvel comics." Chip argued.

"No way, Marvel has better characters." Theo countered.

The 'House of Spandex' was a popular destination in the mall for all things geeky, selling collectible trading cards, action figures, role-playing games, fantasy & sci-fi books, and of course lots of comic books both new and old. Charlie had only been working there for about a week but was already popular among his fellow employees. Chip and Theo, two younger boys still in high school, had already started looking up to the older and wiser Charlie.

"What do you think Charlie?" Chip asked as the three employees sorted some back issues near the cash register.

"Uh," Charlie considered, not interested in getting into the middle of such a heated and important debate. "I like DC's long history, but Marvel usually has better writers and artists."

"Okay, okay." Theo spoke. "I'll concede that Marvel has better villains, but come on - DC has way cooler heroes. I mean, they have Superman!"

"Superman is lame." Chip declared. "He's nowhere near as cool as Spider-Man."

"Maybe." Theo admitted. "But not even Spider-Man can compete with Batman."

"Batman is a tool." Chip reasoned. "But Wolverine is more badass than him."

Charlie chuckled and shook his head. "This conversation is really stimulating guys, but my shift is over. I'm going to go punch out."

Chip and Theo continued their argument as Charlie disappeared into the back of the store, neither one willing to budge from their respective positions. The argument might have lasted all night, in fact, but both boys were interrupted by the girl who walked into the store.

She was wearing a pair of tight white denim shorts that revealed slender and shapely legs, two stems of absolute sun-kissed perfection that ended in high-heeled sandals. Her bright blue top was a clingy and lacy affair that revealed the lines of a black bra beneath, held to her tanned shoulders by flossy spaghetti strings. She was obviously beautiful behind over-sized movie star sunglasses, and her long shimmering dark hair was tied back in an adorable pony tail.

"Hi boys." Miley greeted in a sultry voice.

Chip and Theo stood transfixed, completely distracted from their comic book sorting, and stared towards Miley.

"Got any Archie comics in this place?" Miley teased them with a lick of her fire-engine red lips, "I'm a big Betty & Veronica fan."

"Um," Theo swallowed, nearly tripping over his own feet as he moved to help Miley. "I think over here..."

Miley giggled. "I'm kidding, cutie. I'm actually here to pick up my super-sexy hunk of a boyfriend."

"B-boyfriend?" Chip asked.

Pulling off her sunglasses to reveal her gorgeous blue eyes, Miley nodded.

"Hey Miley." Charlie said, reappearing from the back of the store after punching out.

Miley turned and beamed, "Hey lover!" She trotted in her heels towards Charlie and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, decorating his cheek with a big kiss.

Chip's jaw hung open while Theo stared in awe.

"You didn't have to come pick me up." Charlie said, "I could have taken the bus."

"I couldn't wait to see you." Miley informed him. "I've been waiting all day. Besides, we're going to meet Brian and Stacy at the movie theater."

"Oh, cool." Charlie put his arm around Miley. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay?"

Chip lifted a distracted wave, watching Miley's backside as she and Charlie walked out into the mall.

"Holy shit." Theo cursed once the couple was gone.

"Charlie is the coolest guy ever." Chip agreed.

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Miley giggled as she walked beside Charlie, his arm around her waist. "I think I gave the little one a chubby."

Charlie laughed, "Chip?"

Miley nodded, "He had to hide it behind the counter."

"You give all guys a chubby." Charlie stated.

Miley bit her lip and grinned. "Want to get something to eat at the food court? We don't have to meet Brian and Stacy for another hour."

"Sure, I'm starved." Charlie agreed.

After Charlie got some Chinese, and Miley some chili fries, the couple sat together at one of the food court tables. They sat side by side on the same bench, close, as inseparable as they had been the summer previous. Charlie and Miley had fallen right back into an easy rhythm as a couple, bonded even tighter by their recent engagement.

"We haven't talked about a date yet." Miley said, munching on a fry. "For the wedding."

"Are you in a hurry?" Charlie asked.

Miley shook her head, causing her pony tail to wiggle cutely. "No, not really. I mean, its not like we're ready to be married or anything. I'm living off my dad and hardly independent, and you work at a comic book store. Which is fine and all, but..."

"I know what you mean." Charlie spoke as he ate. "We're broke college students. I don't think we should even set a date yet. We should enjoy college. Besides, that way we wouldn't have to tell our parents right away."

Miley elbowed Charlie playfully, "What, are you ashamed of me?"

"Of course not." Charlie replied. "But you know what they'll say. That we're too young, we don't know what we're doing, blah blah blah."

"You're probably right." Miley agreed, "God, parents can be such a drag."

"Then again, we could just drive up to Atlantic City one weekend and get hitched."

Miley scoffed, "No way! I want a big wedding."

Charlie looked a little scared, "How big?"

"BIG." Miley promised with a grin. "In a beautiful garden with hundreds of guests. I'm going to look completely sexy in my white dress and you're going to be yummy in your tuxedo. Then we'll have a totally rocking reception at the Four Seasons where everyone will get completely smashed, and then we'll go on a honeymoon in Hawaii where we'll spend two weeks fucking like rabbits."

"Sounds expensive." Charlie worried before sucking some soda through a straw.

"I have a rich daddy." Miley informed him.

"Speaking of your dad, do you think he'd still be willing to show Brian and my comic to his investors?"

"Of course, baby. But you better not ignore me like you did last spring when you and Brian were working on that stupid comic book."

"That's hardly fair, I never ignored you." Charlie smiled. "You're just high-maintenance."

Miley stuck her tongue out at Charlie, "Maybe, but I'm totally worth it."

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"That was the worst movie ever." Stacy complained as she walked out of the theater beside Brian, holding his hand, Miley and Charlie in tow.

"Are you kidding? That was the coolest." Brian disagreed. "Charlie, did you see that ninja cut that guy's head off? That was awesome!"

"I don't know." Charlie said. "I think I'm with Stacy on this one, it was kind of dumb."

"I didn't even know it was a ninja movie." Miley chimed in, "I thought 'Deep Cuts' was a romantic comedy, you know, about breaking up or something."

Stacy laughed as the foursome lingered in the theater lobby. "Oh my god Miley, you're so dim sometimes."

"Whatever." Miley countered. "But it was cool. I like ninjas."

"You want to trade girlfriends?" Brian asked Charlie.

Charlie clasped Miley tighter to his side, "I think I'll keep trying this one out for a while."

"Ha ha, very funny." Miley elbowed Charlie.

"So what are you guys up to now?" Charlie wondered.

"Brian's parents are out of town so I am staying at his place tonight." Stacy intoned. "That way you two can't keep me up half the night with your kinky antics."

"Cool!" Miley grinned as Charlie blushed. "Does that mean we can use your bed? It's totally bigger than mine."

"Ew!" Stacy frowned, "If you do you better change the sheets, pervert."

"Slut." Miley countered playfully.

"Bitch." Stacy continued.

"Well, this is intellectual." Brian noted dryly.

"Yeah." Charlie chuckled. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay Brian? Let's work on Captain Darkness after work."

"Cool. Later dude."

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"Your parent's don't mind that you've been staying over here almost every night?" Miley asked as she unlocked her apartment door.

"They haven't said anything." Charlie shrugged, following Miley into the apartment. "I think they've gotten used to having the house to themselves, what with my brother in school at Memphis and me in Providence."

Miley deposited her purse near the door. "You know, I've never even met your brother."

"Edward? He's a lot like me."

Miley draped her arms around Charlie's neck and pressed her body against his, "So he's got a ten inch dick and is really into comic books?"

Charlie laughed, "Something like that."

"Are you guys close?" Miley asked, nuzzling into Charlie's neck.

"We used to be." Charlie recalled. "But when he started college we kind of drifted apart. Distance does that, I guess."

"Yeah." Miley bit her lower lip. "It did to us."





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"Never again." Charlie promised. "I'll never let us be apart again."

"You better not." Miley said, "I can't take it when we're not together."

Charlie leaned down and kissed Miley, their lips lingering for a while as they embraced. "That was fun tonight, with Brian and Stacy. It's just like last summer, the four of us hanging out all the time."

"Yeah." Miley agreed, kissing Charlie's cheek and moving towards the kitchen. "Except now those two are dating. Who could have predicted that one?"

As Miley was reaching to open the fridge, she felt her cell phone buzzing against her hip. Digging into her pocket, she answered "Hello?"

"Miley... oh my god." came Stacy's voice on the other end, she was clearly upset and sounded like she was in tears.

"Stacy what is it?" Miley asked in a worried tone. "Are you okay?"

Charlie looked towards Miley, concerned.

"The clinic called while we were in the movie and left a voicemail." Stacy said. "Miley... I'm pregnant."

(to be continued)

Thanks, as always, to the best editor on Literotica: manda126

I would also like to thank all the readers who sent me such kind feedback about the difficult time I have been going through regarding my mom's health. This chapter is for all the patient readers of Beauty and the Geek.



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 13



PART 1 -- Fear and Realization

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"God Miley, I don't know what I'm going to do." Stacy pushed both hands through her long blonde hair, elbows on her knees, as she sat on the couch of her and Miley's apartment.

Miley sat beside her best friend, trying to bring some comfort to Stacy. "It's going to be okay."

Stacy let out a humorless laugh, "Yeah right. Exactly how is it going to be okay? I'm nineteen, I live off my parents, and I'm pregnant."

Miley didn't have an answer, biting her lower lip with concern as she placed a hand at Stacy's back. "When did you go to the clinic? I had no idea you were even worried about being pregnant. How come you didn't tell me?"

"I went this morning. I was two weeks late and had a funny feeling, like I just knew, you know?" Stacy leaned to the side, letting Miley put an arm around her shoulders. "I didn't tell you because you've been pretty wrapped up with Charlie. Whenever you're around he's been with you, and I didn't want Charlie to tell Brian before I was sure."

Miley frowned, "Oh god, I'm so sorry Stace. I'm a terrible friend."

"Its fine, I understand. You two just got engaged after all." Stacy reached to the coffee table for a tissue. "Did Charlie go over to Brian's?"

Miley nodded, "Yeah, right after you called and dropped the pregnancy bomb. How did Brian take it, by the way?"

"He totally freaked." Stacy replied. "Not that I blame him, its not like either of us are ready to be parents."

"When did this happen?" Miley wondered. "I mean, when did you guys...?"

"It must have been after the party I had at my parents." Stacy answered. "The one where Charlie showed up and you guys had all that drama with Brett."

Miley's expression soured at the mention of Brett, the asshole who almost tried to rape her.

"Brian and I were totally drunk." Stacy continued. "I barely remember the sex. We've been careful ever since, but I'm sure we didn't use protection that night. We were so hammered I'm surprised I was able to get my panties off."

Miley hugged her roommate closer when more tears began to stream down Stacy's face, "We're going to get through this, I promise."

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"Dude, my life is over." Brian held his head with both palms as he sat on the couch in his parent's living room. Luckily, his parents were out of town for the weekend and were missing all the drama of the evening.

"You're life isn't over." Charlie assured his best friend. "It's going to be okay."

Brian shook his head. "I'm going to have to drop out of school, get a job, and I'll probably have to ask Stacy to marry me. My life is over."

Charlie sighed and sat down next to Brian on the couch. "Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?"

"What other options will I have?" Brian asked, futility dripping from his voice.

"You don't even know if Stacy will have it. And even if she does, that doesn't mean you have to get married; not if you guys don't want to. And you both have parents, I'm sure they'd be willing to help out so you wouldn't need to drop out of school."

Brian let out a heavy breath.

"Do you love her?" Charlie suddenly asked.

Brian turned a curious expression towards Charlie.

"It's a pretty important question to answer." Charlie explained. "Given that she's pregnant with your baby."

"Yeah, of course I love her." Brian stated as though admitting it for the first time, even to himself. "I've been in love with her since high school. I guess, though it was more of a crush back then."

"Does she love you?"

Brian turned a look towards Charlie. That was a very good question.

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"Do you love him?" Miley asked.

"Oh god, no." Stacy replied. "Of course not. I mean, Brian is fun and all, but we've barely been dating for a month. If I have this baby, I'll be doing it all alone."

"You won't be alone, hon." Miley promised. "You have me, and your parents, and you know Brian would be there as a father. He's a good guy; he wouldn't just abandon you and his child."

Stacy sniffled, wiping her nose with a tissue. "I just mean... shit, Miley. I don't want to be a single mother. I wanted to be married, with a house and a career, before I started having children."

"Do you want to look into an abortion?" Miley asked cautiously.

"N-no, I can't. I couldn't. I don't believe that's right."

Miley nodded, rubbing her palm across Stacy's back. "Maybe adoption?"

Stacy turned to look at Miley, "If it were your baby, would you be able to give it away?"

Miley bit her lip, and then shook her head.

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"Maybe she won't even want to have it?" Charlie suggested.

"You mean an abortion?" Brian pondered. "I don't know dude, I can't even suggest it. You know how funny girls are about that topic."

"Yeah." Charlie agreed.

"I'll just have to live with whatever she decides." Brian lamented. "It's not like I'll have much say in the matter."

"If she does have the baby, would you really propose to her?"

Brian shrugged, "I guess so. Who knows dude, I might be married before you are. Who could have predicted that, huh?"

Charlie patted Brian on his back. "Everything will work out; don't rush into anything just yet."

"I should talk to her." Brian considered. "I kind of freaked out when she told me. She left for home pretty upset, right after calling Miley."

"I'd give her some time." Charlie advised. "Miley's with her now. Maybe call her tomorrow."

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The following day, Charlie was completely distracted while at work and unable to get Brian and Stacy's situation out of his mind. He was working the cash register, but it was a slow day and he mostly stood at the counter staring out into the mall as his mind raced.

"What's with you today, Charlie?" Theo appeared from organizing the magazine racks. "You've totally been zoning out, like some kind of zombie or something."

Charlie turned to glance at his younger co-worker, "Huh? Oh, just a lot on my mind I guess."

Theo was tall and skinny, lanky even, and reminded Charlie of himself when he was seventeen. Charlie almost chuckled when he looked at what Theo was wearing: a pair of ratty khaki pants and a wrinkled Batman tee shirt. Charlie began to recall his life as the high school nerd; Theo was almost a mirror image.

"You're not having problems with your girlfriend, are you?" Theo asked.

Charlie made a little smirk, "No, it's my friend who's having the girl problems, actually. And her name is Miley."

Theo gave Charlie a confused look.

"My girlfriend." Charlie clarified. "Fiancé actually. Her name is Miley."

"Oh, I know her name." Theo claimed. "Miley Andrews. I was a freshman when you guys were seniors. Everyone in my class knows who Miley Andrews is. Well, all the guys at least. You're seriously engaged to her?"

"Yeah." Charlie nodded. A customer approached the counter and Charlie casually began adding up a stack of comics on the cash register. "Trust me, sometimes I don't believe it either."

"No offense or anything, but how did you hook up with such a 'betty'?"

Charlie grinned and wasn't insulted. "Um... it's a long story." He took the customer's money, handed back the change, and put the comics into a bag. "Thanks for coming to the House of Spandex."

On queue, as the customer exited the store, Miley entered.

"Speak of the devil." Charlie said.

Miley approached the cash register and lifted to her sneaker-covered toes, leaning over the counter to give Charlie a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm a lot cuter than the devil."

Charlie agreed. "More tempting too. Hey, have you met Theo? He goes to our old high school, he's a junior."

"I remember, from yesterday. Hi Theo." Miley offered a little wave, wriggling her fingers.

Theo blushed and smiled. "Uh, hi Miley." He couldn't resist looking at Miley's naval, which was bared between a white buttoned top and tight black jeans.

Lifting a paper bag from a nearby burger joint, Miley shook it in her hand towards Charlie enticingly. "I brought food?"

"You're the best, I'm starved." Charlie stepped out from behind the counter. "Theo, watch the register while I take lunch?"

The back of the comic book store had a stock room where new inventory could be sorted and priced. There was also a small table and chairs near a refrigerator where employees took their breaks.

"How's Stacy doing?" Charlie asked as he sat down next to Miley and unwrapped his hamburger.

Miley frowned a little. "She's upset. She doesn't know what she's going to do, or what's going to happen. God Charlie, I don't even know what to say to her."

"Yeah, it's the same with Brian. All we can do is be there for them, I guess."

"It's pretty scary." Miley said, nibbling on a French fry. "I mean, what if it was me? What if I was the one who was pregnant?"

"Would that be so bad?" Charlie asked.

Miley looked at Charlie as though he was insane.

"I'm serious. You're going to make a great mother, and I just know our kids are going to be the most beautiful children ever." Charlie considered his own words as he chewed on a bite. "I mean, I get it, we're still young and we don't know what we're going to do with our lives, but is there ever a perfect time?"

Miley's lips curved into a warm smile, "I love you, Charlie White. But I'm still going back on the pill."

Charlie couldn't help smiling at that.

Looking around the stock room, Miley wondered "Just you and Theo working today?"

"Yeah." Charlie nodded, still eating. "Chip is off and the owner is at his other store today, on the other side of town."

Miley cast a mischievous glance towards a longer table against the far wall, used for sorting the new comics when they came in. "Theo wouldn't leave the register, would he?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, why?"

"I'm horny." Miley declared plainly.

"You're serious?" Charlie lifted a brow. "Even with everything going on between Brian and Stace?"

"I can't help it Charlie." Miley pouted, "Just because Stacy is knocked up doesn't mean I'll suddenly take up abstinence." She shuddered at the thought. "I was looking forward to doing it with you last night, before she called and dropped her bomb, so it's been almost two days!"

"How have you survived?" Charlie teased with a grin.

"Charlie!" Miley whined cutely.

"You want to do it here? Now?"

Miley's blue eyes twinkled, "Yeah. Please baby? I need it."

Charlie wiped his mouth off with a napkin and suddenly looked game. "You talked me into it. We have to be quick though, I can't leave Theo for too long. He tends to panic when there are more than two people in line at the register."

Making a gleeful sound, Miley got up from her chair. "No problem, just a quickie. I promise." She moved towards the long table, unhooked her jeans, and pushed them down to her ankles to bunch up just above her white sneakers.

Charlie followed, lust in his eyes at the white cotton bikini panties Miley was wearing, unfastening his own jeans.

Miley turned around to face the table, wriggling her bottom enticingly at Charlie. She pushed her panties down to stretch between her trim thighs, "Do me from behind, you always cum quicker that way."

Charlie stared at Miley's backside and marveled at how perfect her ass looked. She had a slender butt and hips, but it was perfectly formed and had the most alluring bikini tan lines. "I hope my boss doesn't have any hidden cameras back here."

Licking a palm and center fingers, Miley swathed her hand between her legs to lubricate her entrance. "If he does he's in for quite a show."

"Give me a hand?" Charlie requested, pushing his pants and boxers down.

Glancing over her shoulder, Miley noticed that Charlie was only semi-hard. Reaching back, she gripped him in her damp hand and began playing with his shaft. "Squeeze my butt; that always turns you on."

Charlie laid his palms on Miley and gripped her ass with kneading fingers. Miley's flesh was soft, not too muscled, and felt fantastic. Between his groping, and Miley's manipulations, Charlie was sporting a massive erection in no time.

Letting go, Miley placed her palms down on the long table, bending over slightly to do so. "Don't forget to pull out, okay Charlie? I'll be back on the pill by next week so you can cum inside me again, but until then you'll have to cum on my ass."

That didn't sound so bad to Charlie, who positioned himself behind Miley and began feeding his length between her slick lips.

"Either that," Miley continued, looking over her shoulder with inviting eyes, "or give me enough warning and I can turn around and swallow your stuff into my tummy."

Charlie was ever amazed by the way Miley seemed to treat their sex so casually. She would say the naughtiest things, or make the kinkiest suggestions, and sound as though she were talking about something as commonplace as the weather. He couldn't imagine a sexier woman.

Miley moaned as Charlie penetrated her deeply, pushing her feet apart to a wider stance which could better accommodate his girth. She kept her torsal weight supported on the table, leaning upon it with planted palms. "I know you need to be quick baby, so go ahead and pump me real good."

Grunting, Charlie accepted the invitation and began humping swiftly against Miley's ass. Reaching around her hips, Charlie slipped his hands beneath the hem of Miley's shirt and splayed his hands across her tight stomach.

"Mmm." Miley hummed, "I like it when you touch me. Put your hand between my legs, Charlie. Touch my pussy. That's it; rub my little clitty while you fuck me. Oh god yes, oh Charlie, you fuck me so good."

Had anyone walked into the back room it would be quite the sight that greeted them; both lovers had their pants at their ankles, and Charlie was thrusting into Miley's backside like a horny animal. His arms were wrapped around her sides, one hand masturbating her while the other reached up her shirt to grope at Miley's bra-covered breasts.

"It makes me so hot when your hands are all over my body." Miley pushed herself back onto Charlie, driving his cock even deeper. "You make me feel so sexy when you touch me like this."

"You're the sexiest girl in the world." Charlie declared his voice filled with arousal. "I love fucking you from behind like this, you take me so deep and your pussy is so warm."

"Does my pussy feel good, baby?" Miley cooed.

Charlie grunted out a "Yes!" and pulled his chest tightly against Miley's back.

With his head over her shoulder, Miley could feel Charlie's hot breath against an ear. Her whole body shook with the power of his thrusts. Even though she was secure in his tightly clasping arms, she knew Charlie was turned on. But Miley also knew they didn't have much more time; she decided to speed things along with dirty talk.

"I can't wait to taste your cum." Miley whispered, reaching a hand to the back of Charlie's neck and encouraging him to suck on her earlobe. "I'm going to suck it right out of your cock and swallow down every drop."

Miley reached her other hand behind them and clasped Charlie's thrusting ass, "I want your cum inside me Charlie, I want to swallow down your essence and make your body a part of mine."

Charlie's thrusts slowed, but became sharp and powerful. Miley knew he was close.

"I want you to feed it to me, baby. I'll just open wide so you can shoot your yummy seeds right into my mouth."

"...fuck ...oh fuck, Miley..."

"Make me feel like a dirty whore, Charlie." Miley begged wantonly. "I want to feel your hot goo slide down my throat. I promise I'll swallow it all..."

Charlie grew panicked, pulling out of Miley quickly. His penis slipped out from her dripping sex and bobbed in the air. "I'm going to cum." he announced.

But Miley already knew. She spun, kneeling to the hard cement floor, her panties still stretched between her thighs. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide, offering Charlie a perfect target. While assuming the position, she had her hand between her legs and was vigorously masturbating.

Charlie too took matters into his own hands, stroking the length of his shaft once, then twice. That's all it took to coax out the first heavy dollop of semen, which arced through the air and landed across Miley's lips and splattered against her cheek. His aim improved, and the next two heavy ropes went into Miley's mouth. As soon as she felt the warm, sticky fluid against her tongue Miley shuddered in orgasm, her thighs fluttering as her pussy leaked its honey-like dew onto the cement floor.

Miley took the head of Charlie's cock into her mouth and sealed her lips around his crown. She began sucking, swallowing his sperm down her throat and coaxing out every drop, all while rubbing out her own orgasm.

Charlie could only stand, weak-kneed and marvel at Miley's sexual skill.

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Stacy stood as straight as she could, with her arms at her sides. A nervous lump formed in her throat, and as she spoke she was afraid no sound would come out. "Mom, Dad... I'm pregnant."

Only silence answered Stacy as she stared into the long mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. "How in the world am I going to tell them?" she asked her reflection. "They're totally going to freak."

She spun and flopped on the edge of her bed. Clasping a pillow to her flat (for now) stomach, Stacy worried about the reaction from her parents, guessing at their displeasure. Glancing back to the mirror, she tucked the pillow under her loose tee, stood back up, and turned to profile. She tried to imagine how she would look in seven months. "I wonder how long I can hide it from them..."

When she heard a knock at the apartment door, Stacy pulled the pillow out and cast it back to her bed. "Hang on!" she called.

Brian tried to smile when the door opened, but his expression still came off as nervous and scared. "Hey."

"What do you want?" Stacy asked coldly.

"I want to apologize for freaking out on you last night."

Stacy lifted an expectant brow but didn't say anything, or invite him in.

"I'm sorry." Brian said, "You were clearly upset and I just made matters worse. I'm a total jerk."

"You asked me if it was yours." Stacy reminded angrily. "As though I'm out fucking a bunch of guys besides you."

Brian tried to plead his case. "It was just a question; there could have been other guys before me! I didn't know..."

"Whatever." Stacy spun, but left the door open.

Brian followed her into the apartment living room. "Please Stace, I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

Stacy lifted a dismissive hand, "I'm not even that angry at you, Brian. I get it. I'm knocked up. It's freaky and scary." She sat on the couch helplessly.

Gently closing the door, Brian asked "Have you thought about what you want to do?"

"I'm going to have it." Stacy said.

Brian nodded resolutely. He moved towards the couch and dropped to one knee.

Stacy's eyes widened, "Oh for crying out loud! Brian, get off your knee."

Brian squinted at Stacy, "What? If you're going to have the baby I think we should...."

"We're not getting married." Stacy interrupted, "So just forget it."

Standing back up, Brian asked "Why not?"

"Because we've already made one mistake; we're not going to worsen matters by making another."

Brian sighed and sat on the couch next to Stacy. "You really know how to spoil a guy's proposal."

Stacy smiled weakly and put her hand in Brian's. "It means a lot to me that you tried. I can't do this alone; our baby is going to need a father."

Brian glanced down to Stacy's hand. "But you don't want me as a husband?"

Stacy's shoulder lifted softly, "I don't know. That's why this is so scary. I planned on spending the next three years having fun, going to school, and figuring out what I'm going to do with my life. I know I don't want to rush into a marriage."

"I guess that's fair." Brian agreed.

Stacy squeezed his hand. "Look, Brian, we've only been together for a month. I'm not saying it can't work out between us, maybe it will. It's just that right now I'm worried about getting through school with a child. I don't want to break up with you, but can we table the marriage talk for a while?"




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"Sure." Brian said, squeezing her hand back. "And I won't go anywhere, whatever you decide. I'll be here to help you every step of the way."

Stacy smiled warmly and leaned her head to rest on Brian's shoulder. "That sounded much better than a proposal."

PART 2 - Discovered

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Olivia White carried a laundry basket filled with her son's recently washed clothes into Charlie's bedroom, setting the basket on his bed. She looked around his messy room with a sigh, "Why are teenaged boys such slobs?" Glancing out the bedroom window she saw Charlie out back mowing the lawn and added, "At least he does his chores without complaint."

Shaking her head with a motherly smile, Olivia began picking up various discarded clothes strewn around the floor and put them in a hamper. She made his bed, stacked some comic books on a shelf, and gathered some dirty dishes that littered Charlie's desk. Glancing down, she spotted a receipt from a jewelry store and became curious as to what Charlie would buy; her son was never one to wear jewelry.

Olivia gasped when she picked up the receipt and saw that Charlie had paid just over two thousand dollars for a ring! Before that information even registered in her brain, Olivia heard the doorbell.

"Hi Mrs. White." Miley greeted with a smile when Olivia opened the door. She was clad in a pair of faded jean shorts and a skimpy tank top; perfect attire for Florida's summer humidity.

"Miley." Olivia greeted back, still in shock from the receipt she found.

"I heard the lawn mower out back; Charlie must be cutting the grass?"

"Yes," Olivia confirmed, "But come in dear, I'm sure he's almost done."

"It's so hot out today." Miley commented, stepping into the house. "He must be working up quite a sweat."

Olivia wasn't interested in talking about the weather, "Miley, do you know anything about Charlie spending two thousand dollars for a ring?"

Miley bit her lower lip, "Um..."

"I just found a receipt in his room as I was picking up." Olivia pressed, "Charlie doesn't wear rings, so I am guessing the item was meant for you?"

Miley winced sheepishly. She didn't want to lie to Olivia, and figured there wasn't much point to it since Olivia obviously knew something was going on, so she reached under the hem of her top and withdrew the end of a thin gold chain hanging about her neck. Hanging from the chain was her engagement ring, a gold band set with three small diamonds. Miley had been wearing it on the chain, rather than her finger, for the very reason that she and Charlie hadn't told anyone but Brian and Stacy about the engagement.

Olivia studied the ring, "Is that a...?"

Miley nodded meekly, "He proposed to me." then offered a small smile.

Lifting a hand to her temple, Olivia let out a heavy breath.

"We were going to tell you and Mr. White." Miley said gently, "We were waiting for a good time."

"I see." Olivia said.

Miley fidgeted.

"Do your parents know?" Olivia asked.

Miley shook her head. "Um, we were waiting for a good time to tell them too."

The door opened again as Charlie entered, finished with the lawn. He was wearing plain sweat shorts and a muscle shirt that displayed his slender arms and shoulders. "Hey Miley." he greeted with a bright smile, but then he saw the expression on his mother's face. "Um, what's up?"

"I just found a jeweler's receipt in your room as I was picking up." Olivia stated.

Charlie swallowed and looked to Miley, who was wearing an apologetic expression.

"When I asked Miley about it, she told me you've proposed to her."

"We were going to tell you..." Charlie started.

"Yes, I heard" Olivia said. "You were waiting for the 'right time'. Charlie, where did you get two thousand dollars?"

"It was leftover from my student loans." Charlie explained.

"I thought you were going to use that money to get a car?" Olivia asked.

"I was, but... well, I changed my mind."

Olivia sighed. "Charlie, Miley, you're too young to be thinking about marriage. Both of you are just getting started in life. And Charlie, you need to be more responsible with your money! You can't be spending..."

"I'll take it back." Miley suddenly interrupted.

"Miley, no!" Charlie started.

"Charlie, hush." Miley instructed.

Charlie paused and said no more, causing Olivia to smirk privately.

Miley continued, "Mrs. White, Olivia, I'll take the ring back. But it won't change the fact that Charlie and I are engaged."

Olivia's brows rose as she listened to Miley.

"I love your son." Miley said. "I love him with all my heart. Before I knew Charlie, I was just an immature high school girl. My only priorities were shopping and deciding what party to go to on Friday night. But Charlie changed all that. He has shown me things that are far more important in life. Like love, friendships, and what it means to care for someone besides myself. He's shown me how to sacrifice things for the sake of another, and how good that can make a person feel. He's taught me not to judge a book by its cover, and he's made me happier than I ever knew I could be."

Reaching her hand to Charlie's, Miley concluded by saying. "I love Charlie, and I want to spend every one of my remaining days knowing he is at my side. Maybe we're not ready to get married right now, and we did plan on waiting, but we're not too young to know that we love each other as much as a man and a woman possibly can."

Charlie was glad he shut his mouth and squeezed Miley's hand thankfully.

Olivia fought to hold back her tears, touched by Miley's words. She felt a swell of pride for her son, and knew suddenly that he had chosen well in Miley. "Maybe you should keep the ring." she decided.

"Really?" Charlie's expression brightened.

Olivia nodded, wiping a tear off her cheek. "I've been thinking about getting a new car, I suppose you can have my old one. As an engagement present." She stepped forward and spread her arms to hug Miley, "Welcome to the family sweetie, I always wanted a daughter."

Miley hugged right back, smiling brightly. "Really? Because I've always wanted a mom who wasn't a self-absorbed bitch."

Both women laughed at that, and Olivia moved to hug Charlie next. "Congratulations honey, I'm so happy for you. For both of you. I'm sorry I got upset, it was just a shock."

"Thanks mom." Charlie smiled, hugging his mother back.

"Now we just have to explain this to your father once he gets home from his fishing trip."

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"That was awesome!" Charlie declared, once he and Miley were alone in his room.

Miley grinned proudly.

"How did you know what to say?" Charlie asked.

"I only said what was in my heart, Charlie. I knew that if I did that, your mom would see what we mean to each other."

Charlie wrapped his arms around Miley and hugged her close, "I love you so much."

"I love you too baby." Miley said, curling her arms around Charlie's neck.

The two held each other for several long moments before Charlie asked, "What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know." Miley replied. "It's Sunday, and your day off, so I want to do something fun."

"Well, after the speech my mom just gave me about being responsible with my money, whatever we do better be cheap."

"Don't worry about it, babe. I've got money." Miley said. "Well, I have daddy's money."

Charlie frowned, "I hate that you're always paying."

"Look at it this way." Miley said, "I'm supporting you now, then after you become a rich and famous comic book writer you'll be supporting me."

"You really think I'll be a comic book writer someday?" Charlie grinned.

Miley put her hands to Charlie's cheeks and kissed him. "Of course you will. You can do anything you want to do. You got me after all!"

Charlie laughed, "Uh, I'm pretty sure I was snared in your net."

"True." Miley winked. "How about we go to the arcade? You can win me lots of prizes, like a BIG stuffed animal."

"Yeah, okay." Charlie agreed. "That sounds like fun."

"Then go shower that hot, sweaty bod of yours and change." Miley ordered. "I'll wait downstairs."

Charlie grinned, kissed Miley's cheek, and moved to the bathroom.

As Miley left Charlie's room and walked down the hallway, she found Olivia by the door.

"Where's Charlie?" Olivia asked.

"He's taking a shower, and then we're going to the arcade." Miley answered.

"Oh, okay." Olivia dug the car keys from her purse. "Will you tell him I'm going to the mall for a few things, then grocery shopping? I'll be home later this afternoon if you two want me to make you dinner."

"Sure." Miley replied. "That would be great."

Olivia leaned and kissed Miley's cheek, "I'm so happy Charlie found you, Miley. I want you to know that."

Miley beamed, "Thanks Olivia. Me too. Have fun shopping!"

"Bye!" Olivia called as she headed out the door.

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Charlie was busy rubbing soap under his armpits and letting the shower water spray against his chest, so he didn't hear the bathroom door open. The stall was foggy from the steam, so he didn't see a figure approach and reach for the door.

"Miley!" Charlie was surprised when the shower door opened.

"Hey big guy." Miley grinned. She stepped into the stall, naked as the day she was born. "Are you all clean yet?"

"What are you doing?" Charlie sounded worried. "My mom..."

"Just left." Miley interrupted, pulling the shower door closed behind her. "She wanted me to tell you she was going shopping and would be gone for a few hours, but that she would make dinner later. I rushed back to tell you, but I didn't want to get my clothes all wet."

Charlie laughed, "You couldn't wait until after I got out?"

Miley stretched out her body against Charlie's, pressing her naked form against his, and curled her wrists about his neck. "I suppose I could have. Do you want me to leave?"

The bar of soap slipped from Charlie's hand to clatter on the shower floor, "No, no, definitely not."

Miley smiled languidly and kissed Charlie on his jaw line. She felt something poke at her hip as Charlie's penis began to grow erect. "Mmm, someone else wants me to stay too, I see."

"Yeah, well, he's got a one-track mind." Charlie joked.

"Him and me both." Miley commented as she bent at the knees and lowered herself. The shower water sprayed over Miley's head, soaking her dark curly tendrils as she grabbed a firm hold of Charlie's cock and slipped the head of it between her lips.

"Oh god." Charlie breathed, leaning against the back of the shower stall.

Miley gripped the base of Charlie's shaft and nibbled on the head, until his cock was fully erect and pulsing in her hand. She swathed her tongue along his soft underside several times before taking hold of Charlie's balls. Squealing with delight she noticed, "You shaved yourself!"

Charlie smiled, looking down at her, "Just my scrotum. You like?"

Miley looked back into his eyes, licked her lips, then gathered Charlie's balls into her hand before enveloping them with her mouth.

Charlie gasped and shivered from the sensation, his sensitive scrotum suddenly surrounded by Miley's warm mouth. He could feel her tongue licking and teasing the skin of his sac, rolling his balls within her lips. Miley pressed his erection against her face, rubbing Charlie's cock against her cheeks and nose as she sucked on his nuts.

Miley spit him out but kept using the flat of her palm to caress Charlie's penis against herself, "Do you like it when I rub your cock all over my face? Do I look like one of those slutty porn stars, my chin decorated with your balls?"

"You're sexier than any porn star, baby." Charlie said.

Miley beamed and opened her mouth, letting Charlie's cock rub against her lips. She lapped at the skin of his shaft with her tongue, causing Charlie's length to twitch and thicken. Reaching for a shampoo bottle, Miley squeezed out a palm full and began applying it over Charlie's length, letting it and the warm water lubricate her stroking grip.

"Oh god, Miley." Charlie moaned, "I love it when you rub me like that."

"I know you do sweetie." Miley said, "It's your favorite, isn't it? When I jerk you off like this?"

"Yes." Charlie admitted softly, overcome by the sensations of Miley's stroking hand.

"Do you like it even better than my pussy?"

Charlie's silence was conflicted.

"My pussy is so sweet." Miley teased. "So tight and moist for your big cock. Do you really like my hand better?"

"No..." Charlie started. Then, "I don't know."

Miley smiled, her fist performing long and slow strokes. "It's okay baby. I know why you like my hand so much. I jerked you off our first time. Remember?"

Charlie nodded, his mouth hanging open in arousal.

"I drove you home from school after seeing your cock for the first time. I couldn't wait to see it again." Miley cupped Charlie's balls in her free hand, squeezing and manipulating them in her fingers as she continued to stroke him. "Then I jerked you off. You came so much, you sprayed it all over my face and tits, do you remember Charlie? You even got it in my hair."

Charlie groaned, "I remember. You were so sexy; you took your shirt off and showed me your beautiful breasts. You were fearless."

"I jerked you off and your cock spit out its love all over me." Miley remembered. "God, I was transfixed. And ever since, your cock has been in love with my hand." She hastened her jacking motions, the slick noises of her pumping mingling with the spray of the shower water. The shampoo began to lather along Charlie's shaft, further lubricating Miley's efforts.

"You're right." Charlie gasped, "Fuck Miley, I've been addicted to your hand ever since."

"I know baby. And I love doing it for you. I love making your cock give me its special mess with my hand. Do you want to cum on me?"

Charlie nodded his knees weak with pleasure. His eyes were closed as he fought off the inevitable orgasm.

"Do you want to cum on my face?" Miley offered. "You can decorate me with your seed. You always cum so much that it hangs off my cheeks and dribbles down onto my chest. I look so dirty and slutty that way."

Charlie gasped and his cock jumped in Miley's hand.

"Or do you want to coat my little breasts? Is that what you want Charlie? To goo on my titties so your seed hangs off my nipples in thick globs?"

Charlie grunted, his expression locked in a struggle against his orgasm. He could feel the heat rising up the inside of his shaft, but wanted to last as long as possible. Miley's dirty talk was making that nearly impossible.

Miley knew how close he was, she could feel it in his shaft, the way it had thickened to steel. "I know! I'll aim it all over my pussy. That way I can rub your cum all over my clit and massage it between my cunt lips so your sticky strands stretch between them. Then you can fuck me, using your own mess as lubrication."

Charlie screamed as his orgasm erupted. A jet of semen shot forward and splattered against Miley's cheek. She kept stroking, pumping more streams of pearly fluid and aiming them at her chest. Charlie had to place his palms against the walls of the shower to keep his balance as his cock pumped continuous ropes out onto Miley's body, where it gathered on her skin and mingled with the beading shower water.

"Oh my god, Charlie, look at it all!" Miley kept at it, rubbing and yanking on his cock until it was spent of all of its milk. "It's fucking everywhere!"

Charlie gasped for breath, looking down at Miley. She was a mess, coated with his jizm from neck to stomach. "Holy shit." he exclaimed.

Miley started laughing, scooping up Charlie's sperm with her fingers and letting the shower water wash it from her hands. "I've never seen you cum so much, baby. That was amazing!"

"You were talking so dirty, you know how much that turns me on."

Miley rose and turned towards the jet of shower water, letting it cleanse her torso of Charlie's slime. "Yeah, but I didn't expect you to spill out a gallon of your stuff all over me." She wiped at her flat stomach with a palm, letting the semen fall to the shower floor and flow down the drain.

Charlie moved behind Miley, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her backwards so that her shoulders bumped against his chest. She could feel his still semi-erect cock between her ass cheeks. "I love you." he whispered.

Miley smiled warmly over her shoulder and nuzzled a kiss against Charlie's lips. "Your mom won't be home for hours, stud. We're just getting started."

(edited by: manda126)



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 14



PART 1 - Trust

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"You're moving out?" Miley fretted, standing in Stacy's bedroom.

"My parents think it's a good idea." Stacy replied, transferring clothes from her closet to the bed where an open suitcase lay open. "I agree with them."

"But you can't just move out." Miley complained. "This is our place!"

"It's your apartment, Miley. Your dad pays the rent after all." Stacy folded some jeans, trying to keep busy. She didn't want to move out, but didn't want to appear upset in front of Miley either; if that happened, they would just end up on the bed in tears together. "Look honey, I'm going to have lots of doctor's appointments, a special diet, I won't be able to drink, and in about six months I'll be waddling around like a penguin. I need the support of my parents if I'm going to make this pregnancy work." 

Miley let out a defeated breath. "You're right." she lamented.

"It's not like we won't be best friends anymore." Stacy added. "And my parent's place is barely twenty minutes away."

"I know." Miley whined, sitting on the edge of Stacy's bed. "But I've grown used to you being here. Let's face it Stace, you've always been the level-head of this outfit. I freak out about every little thing and you bring me back to Earth."

Stacy smiled at that. "You're just going to have to learn to get along without me."

"So how'd your parents take it when you told them?" Miley asked, changing the subject.

"Oh my god, they totally freaked." Stacy said, cleaning out a dresser drawer. "My mom looked ready to kill me and my dad looked ready to kill Brian. But we all had a long talk and they started coming to grips with the reality of it."

"Brian was there when you told them?" Miley asked, incredulous.

"Yeah." Stacy smiled. "He was so sweet. He insisted on being there."

"He's in love with you, you know." Miley said, reaching to help. She began folding some of Stacy's shirts on the bed.

"Yeah." Stacy agreed, knowingly. "I think he's going to make a really great father. I still don't know if it will work between he and I, but maybe."

Miley giggled suddenly at her own thoughts.

"What?" Stacy prodded.

"Just think, if someone had told us a year and a half ago that I'd be engaged to Charlie and you'd be pregnant with Brian's baby..."

Stacy laughed. "Oh I know, right? They were such geeks."

"They still are." Miley said dryly. "They're over at Charlie's right now, working on that comic book of theirs."

Stacy shook her head fondly. "Some things never change, I guess."

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"Dude, Captain Darkness can't wear a hat!" Brian exclaimed. "He'd look like a total dork punching out Major Asskicker with a damned hat on his head."

"He's a pulp hero." Charlie explained, sitting at his bedroom desk. "Like those heroes from the '30s. Everyone wore a hat back then; I think there was a law."

"You've lost it dude." Brian noted, sitting on Charlie's bed and sketching on a drawing board in his lap.

"Just try drawing him with a black fedora." Charlie urged. "Like something Indiana Jones would wear. It'll look cool with his black mask and cloak."

Brian scowled, but began scribbling with his pencil.

Charlie turned back to his computer and started typing, plotting the first issue of he and Brian's comic. "So how are things going with Stacy?"

"Good actually, though I'm pretty sure her parents want to have me assassinated."

Charlie laughed. "Famous people are assassinated. Your death would only be a murder."

"Whatever." Brian said, concentrating on what he was drawing. "My point is they were pretty pissed when Stacy and I told them about her being pregnant. But Stacy's been cool; she's really let me in."

"That's awesome. Have you told your parents yet?"

"No, but... holy shit."

Charlie looked over his shoulder towards the bed.

"You were right dude." Brian sounded surprised. "He looks totally cool with a fedora. Kind of like The Spirit."

Charlie grinned. "I told you."

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"I think that's all the small stuff." Stacy looked around her room, standing amidst a stack of boxes. "My dad will come tomorrow with his truck and get the big stuff."

"I'm going to miss you." Miley pouted.

"Oh honey, I'm going to miss you too." Stacy moved to hug Miley. "But we'll still see each other all the time."

"I know." Miley squeezed her best friend, eyes welling up.

"C'mon, enough with the depressing stuff." Stacy wiped a tear off her cheek. Moving out was hard enough and she didn't need a tear-fest to make even more difficult. "How has it been going with you and Charlie? Any trouble in paradise?"

"Charlie and I are great. We had a minor hiccup when his mom found out about our engagement, but once she got over the initial shock I think she's been more excited about it than me."

Stacy walked out of her bedroom, Miley in tow, and plopped down on their living room couch. "What about Charlie's dad?"

"He was fine with it." Miley sat as well, reaching for the TV remote. "Olivia was the critical sell; Charlie's dad just kind of goes with her flow."

"Like father like son." Stacy chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Miley flicked on the TV, turning the volume down. She didn't really care what was on.

"Come on Miley. You know you have Charlie totally wrapped around your finger."

"I do not!" Miley argued.

"As if!" Stacy laughed. "Honey, that boy would jump off a cliff if you asked him to. He'd do anything for you. Don't get me wrong, he's a complete sweetheart about it."

Miley blushed out a small grin, curling into a corner of the couch. "I suppose you're right, but I'd never take advantage of him. We're not playing games, he and I; ever since he came home from Brown we've been really serious about each other."

"I know." Stacy smirked. "That's pretty obvious by the ring on your finger."

Miley splayed out her hand, fondly looking at her engagement ring.

"Still, must be nice in the bedroom." Stacy remarked. "I bet he does any kinky thing you want him to."

"Stacy!" Miley giggled.

"What? I'm just saying."

Miley bit her lower lip, hiding a grin. She thought about Stacy's words as she turned to watch the TV.

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The following day after getting off work Charlie couldn't drive to Miley's apartment fast enough. He was thankful his mom had given him her old car recently, sensing Miley was in a sexy mood after getting a text from her. The bus would have taken far too long!

The text read: 

Buzzing the apartment from the foyer, Charlie heard Miley's voice over the intercom "Come on up baby, the door is open." The foyer door clicked as Miley unlocked it remotely and Charlie entered the building. He walked up one flight of stairs and down the hall to find Miley's apartment door unlocked.

"Miley?" Charlie called, closing the door behind him. Looking around, he couldn't help but to notice the apartment was in disarray. "Miley, what's going on?"

"In here baby!" came Miley's voice from down the short hallway.

As Charlie passed Stacy's bedroom he saw that it was empty. "Miley? What happened, where's Stacy?"

Turning into Miley's room, Charlie froze.

Sheer black stockings ran up Miley's sexy long legs, attached to garter straps that decorated her slender hips. Miley's panties were black and also sheer, matching the skimpy bra that barely contained her small B-cup breasts. Dark ringlets of hair fell to her shoulders, like shimmering springs, and her face was lightly painted with 'fuck-me' red lipstick, alluring eye shadow, and a touch of glitter.

"Stacy moved home." Miley said, sauntering towards Charlie in her spiked black heels. "I have the place all to myself, and I've been feeling so lonely."

Charlie had to concentrate just to swallow, his eyes absorbing the luscious vision approaching him. Miley lifted a hand and began lightly trailing her finger along the 'S' symbol of Charlie's Superman tee shirt, teasing his chest.

"I could really use some company." Miley spoke in her most innocent tone, creating a false pout. "Do you want to keep me company?"

Charlie nodded slowly, hypnotized by the sight in front of him.

"Take your clothes off." Miley said as she turned and walked to the other side of the room, giving Charlie a view of her panty-clad ass.

Charlie peeled his tee shirt off quickly, kicking his sneakers off, watching Miley open a dresser drawer. "You look so sexy baby."

Miley beamed cutely. "Do you want to touch me?"

Charlie hopped on one foot as he pulled a pant leg off. "I can't wait to touch you."

Removing two long scarves from her drawer Miley asked, "Can I tie you up first?"

Charlie froze for the second time, standing naked. His eyes widened towards the lacy scarves in Miley's hand.

"You would do anything for me, wouldn't you Charlie?" Miley asked sweetly, countering Charlie's hesitation. She had remembered what Stacy said the night previous.

"Yeah, of course."

"And you trust me," Miley played with the scarves in her hands. "Right?"

"With my life." Charlie replied.

"Then lay on the bed."

Charlie nodded, finding himself agreeable to anything Miley said. "Yeah, okay." He moved to the bed, rolling to lie on his back, though his eyes didn't leave Miley for a moment.

Miley leaned to take one of Charlie's wrists and tie it to the post on the bed's headboard. She made sure it was nice and tight before sauntering to the other side and securing his other wrist. Charlie could only watch, his cock already hard as he stared at Miley's erotic, lingerie-clad body.

"There we are." Miley sat on the edge of the bed beside Charlie. She rubbed his hairless chest teasingly with a light fingertip.

"So, um, what are you going to do with me?" Charlie asked, a little excited by being bound. He tested the scarves and found his wrists to be tied securely; he wouldn't be able to pull himself free easily.

Miley unsnapped her garter straps. "I'm going to start by taking my pleasure from you." She stood and wriggled her lacy panties off. She made sure Charlie got an eyeful of her hairless mound and slid a seductive finger between her pussy lips.

Charlie's erection jumped before slapping back down against his pelvis.

Miley smiled. "Your dick wants me, but it's going to have to wait. It's your mouth I'm interested in." She crawled onto the bed and moved to kneel so that a knee was on either side of Charlie's head. Charlie could only stare straight up at the view as Miley grabbed the top edge of the headboard and slowly lowered her sex to Charlie's face. "Eat me out." Miley started to rub her pussy lips against Charlie's mouth.

Charlie mumbled an affirmative but his reply was muffled by the press of Miley's sex. His wrists tugged against the bonds with the urge to touch Miley, to hold her while his tongue began to work within her slit, but Charlie found his hands held fast.

"Mmm." Miley purred like a kitten. "Oh yeah, lick my pussy baby." She smoothed her hands over the underside of Charlie's spread arms, dragging her painted fingernails along his skin. Goosebumps rose on Charlie's arms. "I want to cum on your face."

Charlie lapped with long strokes of his tongue until Miley's sex was dripping its honey right into his mouth. She tasted sweet and his nostrils flared; Charlie had to breathe through his nasal passage, which drew the scent of her in and intoxicated him.

"That feels so good." Miley moaned, slipping her fingers into Charlie's brown hair. She pulled on his head and guided his lips to her clit, squealing in pleasure as Charlie began sucking. "Yeah, oh yeah... suck on my clitty baby."

Charlie's eyes traveled up Miley's body, watching the way she writhed on top of him. Her little tummy wrinkled and he could see the underside of her breasts through Miley's sheer bra. He wanted to put his hands on her, to feel her warm skin, and yanked against the scarves.

Miley started humping herself against Charlie's mouth, rolling her hips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, holding Charlie's face in place. "Suck me, suck my cunt Charlie!"

Sucking his lips over Miley's clit, Charlie flicked his tongue back and forth over her button. He knew Miley was close when the inside of her thighs began to quiver against either side of his head.

"Oh fuck!" Miley's head snapped back, her curly tendrils bouncing. The orgasm flowed through Miley's entire body, an intense tingling that consumed her body. It started by curling her stocking-clad toes, moved up to explode between her legs, and seemed to flow out through her hardening nipples.

"Shit," Miley exhaled, sitting back on Charlie's chest and letting go of his hair, leaving his face glistening with her juice. "That felt incredible!"

Charlie licked his lips of Miley's flavor.

"Are you going to untie me now?"

Miley giggled at Charlie and his shiny cheeks. "Why would I do that?"

"I want to touch you..."

Miley rubbed a finger tip along the center of her sternum and down her flat tummy. "You want to put your hands on me?"

Charlie nodded, tugging his wrists again.

"Do you want to touch my sexy body, Charlie?"

Charlie stared at Miley, trying to pull his hands through the knots of the scarves, nodding again.

"Do you want to tear my stockings and smooth your hands along my thighs, or rip my bra and grab my little tits?"

Charlie found himself unable to free his wrists. "Yes! Please Miley."

"Poor baby." Miley leaned forward and gave Charlie a long and wet kiss, tasting her fluids on his lips. "I think I want to play with your body first." She swung a leg around and moved to kneel beside Charlie.

Charlie quit tugging against his bonds, curious what Miley was up to.

She reached out with delicate painted fingers, lifting Charlie's erection from where it lay against his stomach. She giggled at the pool of pre-cum that had gathered near his belly button, swirling her finger in it and stretching a strand of the sticky fluid between his skin and the tip of her finger. Tasting it, Miley smiled teasingly.

"Your cock is so big, Charlie." Miley near-whispered. "I remember when I first saw it. Even though it was limp I knew in a second that I wanted it."

"I remember." Charlie said, watching her lift his erect shaft. "In the school bathroom."

Miley nodded and grinned, rubbing her thumb along the ridge of Charlie's circumcised crown. "Now I get to play with this monstrous thing for the rest of our lives. I'm going to take such good care of it Charlie. I'm going to caress it and make sure I empty all of its built-up sperm on a regular basis."

Charlie shifted on the bed in arousal.

"Will you promise to stick it in me whenever I want?" Miley asked, rubbing the length of his shaft with agonizingly slow strokes.

"Yes, of course baby." Charlie's voice was heavy with need. "You know I will."

"I bet you want to stick it in me right now." Miley tilted her head, regarding Charlie's erection as she slowly masturbated him. She made sure she never reached a pace where he could possibly orgasm. "You want to shove it in my tight pussy and feel my warmth surround your cock?"

"Miley please." Charlie half whimpered, "Faster..."

Kneeling over, Miley kissed the tip of Charlie's penis, then suckled on the head of it for a few moments. "I can feel how hard you're getting Charlie. I can feel your desire through your cock. You want to rip your hands free and claim me, don't you? You can't wait to take me into your arms and violate me with this huge thing of yours."

Charlie pulled against the headboard once, violently. "I want you... I want you so bad."

Miley crawled off the bed, staring into Charlie's eyes. She dipped a finger between her legs and through her slit, getting it moist with her fluids. She reached out and rubbed her scent beneath Charlie's nostrils. Then she turned and began walking towards the door, wriggling her naked ass seductively.

Charlie's muscles tensed; he was drunk with lust. Amazingly, the scarves held, it was the wooden headboard that broke at one post with a sharp snap. Charlie's hand slipped free, which allowed him to untie the knot holding his other limb. Miley turned around, her breath excited, and backed away slowly. Off the bed in a flash, Charlie was on her. He took Miley, who squealed in surprise, and spun her around to face the bedroom wall.

"Charlie!" Miley planted her palms against the wall, arching her body as Charlie forced her legs apart. "Charlie, be gent... uhn!!!"

His cock plunged up and into Miley and Charlie curled his hands around her body, ripping her bra off and throwing it to the floor. He began humping against Miley's backside, his hands squeezing and kneading Miley's stomach and breasts.

Miley was gasping at the violent intrusion. "Oh my god... take me Charlie... use me..." She could feel his hot breath at the back of her neck. She struggled to keep her arms straight against the wall, fearful Charlie would fuck her right through it.

Losing all sense of himself, Charlie became a vessel of lust, pumping and rutting his hips against Miley's backside. He gripped her breasts, one in each hand, pulling and squeezing them as he fucked his entire length deeply into her sex.

Miley sensed his need; it was obvious. She pushed backwards, working to take Charlie's whole cock. Her mouth hung open from the sensation of what she imagined was Charlie penetrating her womb. Miley wanted to satisfy his lustful needs, to feel the potent strength of Charlie's sexual urges, because it was all for her. Charlie was her man, she sensed his cravings as though the feelings were her own, and nothing was more exhilarating than knowing it was she and she alone that he wanted so badly.

"Use my body..." Miley's voice shook from the power of Charlie's thrusts. "Fuck your love into me. Fuck it into me Charlie... fuck your seed into my cunt!"

Gasping out a cry, Charlie froze and clung to Miley's body. His hips jerked as his orgasm flowed out of him and into Miley's insides. His erection pulsed and heaved within her, spilling its contents in a continuous stream. His torso was sweaty against Miley's back, and her own tanned body had a sheen of perspiration.

"That's it baby." Miley cooed encouragingly, trying to keep her body rigid against Charlie's bucking hips. "Give me all your cum. You fucked me so good."

Charlie's breath was labored as he laid his head between Miley's shoulder blades, kissing her sweaty skin. "God damn."

Miley could only giggle, still leaning against the wall. "You fucked the shit out of me."

"I couldn't help it." Charlie backed away, his length slowly unsheathing itself from the grip of Miley's sex.

Miley turned around, leaning back against the wall, pushing strands of matted curls off her sweaty forehead. She could feel a dollop of Charlie's semen drip from her slit and run down the inside of one thigh to stain her sheer stocking.

Charlie stared at her body, catching his breath. Miley had never looked sexier to him than at that moment. "I'm sorry..."

"For what?" Miley wondered, amused. "I loved it. It felt great."

Shaking his head, Charlie said "No, I mean for your bed."

Miley glanced over at the broken headboard and let out an exhausted laugh. "Baby, it was totally worth it."

PART 2 - The return of old faces

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Miley leaned against the front corner at the local print shop, wearing over-sized sunglasses and snapping a piece of sugar-free gum. She was clad in a short pink skirt that flared slightly at the hips and bared the length of her tanned legs. Her white tank top displayed enough cleavage that she noticed the clerk staring at her chest as the pimply-faced teenager helped Brian.

"Print it on your #2 gloss." Brian was instructing, "And bind them on the left edge with three staples. Like a comic book. Hey, are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" the clerk blinked away from Miley and looked at Brian. "Oh, yes. #2 gloss. It should just be a few minutes sir."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 14



Brian handed over the flash drive which housed the scanned pages of he and Charlie's Captain Darkness comic.

"I can't bring you anywhere." he told Miley. "Are guys always like this when you're around?"

Miley lifted a shoulder. "Sometimes they drool, too."

Brian laughed, shaking his head.

"I wonder where Charlie is." Miley looked at her cell phone to check the time. "He said he'd meet us here after work, and it's almost five thirty."

"Maybe he had to work late." Brian suggested. "I'm sure he'll call if he's running behind."

Miley peered out into the parking lot, looking for Charlie's Taurus. "Stacy didn't want to come?" she asked casually.

"Her and her mom were going shopping for baby stuff." Brian replied, "But she wished us luck."

"Already?" Miley asked. "The baby is seven months away, you guys don't even know if it'll be a boy or a girl."

"I know, right? I guess a lot of stuff can be unisex though."

"Are you nervous yet about being a daddy?" Miley wondered.

"A little." Brian answered. "Why, is it that obvious?"

"You're going to do fine." Miley assured him.

"I hope so. It'll be even better if your dad and his publishing investors like our comic book, it would be nice to have some money rolling in."

"They're going to love it." Miley promised. "Charlie is a great writer, and your artwork is amazing."

"I hope you're right Miley." Brian sounded concerned. "Where the heck is Charlie?"

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Charlie had actually left work early, and before Brian and Miley had even arrived at the printer he was knocking on the door of the condominium where Miley's father lived.

"Hey Charlie." Jack Andrews smiled after opening the door. He glanced around, "Just you? I thought Miley and your friend were coming too."

"Yeah." Charlie nodded, "I'm going to call them and have them meet us here, but I wanted to talk to you first. If that's okay?"

"Sure Charlie, come on in. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, no thanks sir." Charlie replied. "I'm fine."

"Please Charlie, how many times have I asked you to call me 'Jack'? Have a seat."

As Charlie sat down on a couch he felt underdressed, wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a short-sleeved polo; Jack was dressed in a suit. Then again, every time Charlie saw Jack Andrews the man was wearing a suit; Charlie guessed that was a standard uniform for an investment stock broker.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Jack asked, sitting in a recliner across from Charlie. A glass coffee table separated them.

"It's about Miley." Charlie said.

"Everything okay between you two?"

"Oh yeah, I mean, yes." Charlie nodded. "Everything's great. As a matter of fact, I asked her to marry me."

One of Jack's brows rose. "Really. What did she say?"

"Oh, um, she said yes." Charlie smiled nervously. "But that's why I came early; she doesn't know I'm here."

Jack chuckled, "Spit it out Charlie."

"I wanted to ask for your permission. I mean, your blessing, I guess."

Jack took in a deep breath, considering Charlie with a neutral expression. Then he stood up. "How old are you Charlie?"

"I'm nineteen sir." Charlie said, "Same age as Miley."

Jack moved to the side of his living room and a small bar. "Nineteen. I know you're going to Brown, very impressive by the way."

"I'll be going to Florida this fall." Charlie corrected. "To be with your daughter."

Jack took out a glass and reached for a bottle of scotch. "Living at home, with your parents?"

"Uh, yes sir. I am." Charlie answered. "I can't really afford a place of my own and pay for college at the same time."

Jack turned back towards Charlie, drink in hand. "Charlie, I like you. And I know my daughter is in love with you, she's crazy about you as a matter of fact. But I can't give you my blessing right now."

Charlie looked crestfallen, "No?"

Jack shook his head, sitting back down in his chair. "I think you have a bright future, Charlie. If not with this comic book thing of yours, then with something else. You're a smart kid and you're good to Miley. But I don't think you're ready to handle the responsibility of marriage yet."

"But I love Miley, sir, very much." Charlie started.

Jack lifted a staying palm. "I know you do Charlie, but marriage is more than just love, it's about building a life together. If you're asking me to turn my daughter over to you, if you want my blessing, then I need to know you're ready to provide for her."

Jack let out an amused sigh, "I can't stop her from marrying you, lord knows Miley is bull-headed enough that she is going to do what she wants; but I think you two should wait. Finish college, get a job. You have your whole lives to get married."

Charlie took a deep breath. "I understand, sir. I think you're wrong though, on one point."

"Oh?" Jack lifted a sip from his scotch.

"Miley would never marry me unless you were there to walk her down the aisle. She adores you."

Jack smiled, "Listen, Charlie. I approve of you, I really do. I think Miley has chosen well in you. But I also think you need to concentrate on some other things before marriage, like school and figuring out your place in this world. Both of you."

Charlie rose. The conversation hadn't gone exactly as he planned, but Charlie heard the sense in Jack's words. "Thank you sir, I'm going to think long and hard about your advice."

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Brian placed the printed copies of 'Captain Darkness #1' in his book bag. "Maybe we should go over to the comic shop and see if Charlie's there?"

Miley dug into her purse to fetch her phone, "I'll give him a call, see where he is."

"Wait!" Brian interrupted, pointing through the window. "There he is now."

Miley looked and saw Charlie's car, then trotted out of the store to greet him in the parking lot. Brian followed along.

"Sorry I'm late, guys." Charlie said, climbing out of his car.

"Where have you been?" Miley wondered, approaching and leaning a kiss to Charlie's cheek.

"At your dad's."

"What?" Brian said, "We were supposed to all go together, you didn't even have a copy of the comic to show him."

"We didn't talk about the book." Charlie said.

"What is it baby? You sound a little down." Miley rubbed Charlie's arm.

"I asked him for his blessing to marry you." Charlie replied.

"Dude..." Brian breathed out.

Miley's eyes widened to saucers, "Oh my god, you did? I thought we were going to tell him together. What did he say?"

"He was cool about it." Charlie said, "But he didn't think we were ready for marriage yet. He won't give me his blessing until I can provide for you."

"As soon as we get Captain Darkness published that shouldn't be a problem." Brian said, "So let's go show him?"

Charlie shook his head.

Miley didn't care about the comic book, ignoring Brian. "Baby, I don't care what my father says. I'm going to marry you regardless..."

Charlie issued a quiet laugh. "That's what he said you'd say. But you know what? He's right."

"So am I." Brian pressed, "The book is ready, let's just show it to him and..."

"No." Charlie shook his head, "No, I want to do this on our own. I want to prove to Jack that I'm capable of providing for Miley."

Miley felt a flutter of pride from Charlie's words.

"Well what the hell are we going to do?" Brian said, irritated. "Print it ourselves and sell them on the streets?"

"We'll send it to everyone." Charlie stated. "Every comic publisher we know. Marvel, DC, Image, Dark Horse, even all the small independent ones. I bet one of them will like it."

"Charlie..." Brian was about to complain.

"Charlie's right." Miley suddenly said, reaching to take Charlie's hand in hers.

"I am?" Charlie sounded surprised. He assumed Miley would be upset with him.

But Miley wanted to support her man. "You guys... your comic book is good. It's really good. You don't need my dad or his publishing contacts; they're not even in the comic book business. You two can do this."

Charlie looked to Miley with adoring eyes and squeezed her hand, thankful for her support in this.

Brian let out a heavy sigh. "Shit. Well, we're going to need to have more copies printed if we're going to mail every comic publisher we know."

Charlie smiled, "Good thing we're outside the print shop."

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After getting separated from her mother somewhere near the toy aisle, Stacy stood in the mall's department store staring at a baby crib display. Her hand was absently rubbing the flat of her stomach through the tight red hoody she was wearing when a familiar voice came from behind.

"Stacy? Stacy is that you?"

Turning around, Stacy smiled. "Adrian? Oh my god, I haven't seen you since graduation!"

Adrian walked up to Stacy and gave her a friendly hug. "You look great, Stace. Wow, it's nice to see you."

"You too." Stacy admired, noting that Adrian had really filled out since high school. "You look awesome, are you on steroids or something?"

Adrian chuckled, "Nah, but I've been working out a lot. College football program, you know? I was red-shirted and didn't get to play last year, so I had plenty of time for the gym."

"Where are you going to school?" Stacy asked.

"Alabama." Adrian replied. "But I'm home for the summer, working for my dad."

"That's great. Are you staying with your parents?"

"Yep, cheaper that way, you know?" Adrian glanced at the display Stacy had been looking at. "Are you shopping for a crib?"

Stacy blushed, "Yeah, I'm.... I'm pregnant."

"No kidding? Congratulations. Who's the lucky guy?"

"Thanks." Stacy said, pushing a hand through her blonde hair. "Brian's the father."

"Brian?" Adrian could hardly believe it, "From high school?"

"Yeah." Stacy said, her cheeks coloring even more.

"Wow, I don't think I've seen him since... maybe prom?"

Stacy suddenly recalled her high school prom. Adrian had been her date, and she really had liked him. Things went south in the hotel room afterwards however, when complications arose due to the small stature of Adrian's manhood. "God, prom, I haven't thought about that in ages."

"You know, I never apologized to you for that night. I was..."

"Oh, Adrian, it's okay." Stacy smiled disarmingly, "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"I've grown since then. I mean, down there." Adrian remarked shyly. "I guess I'm a late bloomer."

Stacy giggled, lifting a palm. "Okay, too much information there Adrian, but I'm really happy for you."

Adrian laughed, "Sorry. So, um, you and Brian huh? Are you guys...?"

"Oh, no." Stacy shook her head. "I mean, we're kind of dating, but I'm not sure how serious we are."

"Serious enough to have a baby, evidently." Adrian commented.

"We were really drunk." Stacy admitted with a subdued laugh. "It's strange, how one mistake can change your life forever."

"I don't think it's a mistake. I bet you'll make a great mom. And if your kids look anything like you they're going to be beautiful."

Stacy felt herself blushing again, "Thanks Adrian, that's really sweet."

"So, um, you doing anything on Friday night?" Adrian suddenly asked.

Stacy blinked. Was Adrian Miller about to ask her on a date? Stacy wondered if that would be such a bad thing. "Um, I guess I don't have any plans..."

"You want to grab a movie or something?" Adrian asked. "I'd love to catch up."

"Are you asking me out?" Stacy asked bluntly.

Adrian smiled, "Yeah, I guess I am. As long as that's okay? I don't want to get in the way of anything. It's just that you didn't seem that committed to Brian.

Stacy squinted, considering that. "Wait, you want to go out on a date. With me? Even though I'm pregnant with another guy's baby?"

"I'm sorry." Adrian apologized, "I must have misunderstood your relationship with..."

"No." Stacy interrupted, "No, it's fine. Actually, yeah, I'd love to catch up. You remember where my parent's house is?"

"Sure." Adrian nodded.

"Pick me up at seven?"

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Charlie carried a bowl of popcorn the short distance between the kitchen and living room, where the couch sat bathed in light from the television. Charlie's eyes were glued to a Spider-Man movie as he sat down, placing the popcorn bowl on the cushion next to him. Miley had cable at her apartment, along with a full suite of premium channels; something Charlie didn't have at home.

Suddenly, a shriek came from the direction of the bathroom.

"Miley?" Charlie called over the back of the couch, distracted only momentarily from the movie.

"Charlie!!! You forgot to put the seat down again; I nearly fell into the toilet! I swear to God, Charlie..."

Charlie grinned at the mental image, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

A flush and the sound of running water preceded Miley as she exited the bathroom and padded her way to the couch in bare feet. "Spider-man again?" she complained, sitting down and curling next to Charlie. "Can't we watch something else? Like paint drying?"

"I don't think they have a channel for that." Charlie muttered casually.

"Well they should." Miley commented.

"I like the part where he's hanging upside down and Mary Jane kisses him." Charlie said, moving the popcorn bowl out of Miley's way then dropping an arm around her shoulders.

"Oh I like that part too, is it coming up?"

"Soon." Charlie promised. "You're in your pajamas already?"

"I've had a long day." Miley said, justifying her decision to change. 

"What did you do other than go with me and Brian to the printers?" Charlie wondered. He was often jealous of the fact that Miley came from money. Her dad paid all of the bills, which meant Miley didn't have to work.

"Um..." Miley considered, then straightened a leg and wriggled her toes in display. "I painted my toenails this morning?"

Charlie glanced at Miley's foot. "Uh-huh. Very pretty." came his distracted reply.

"Then I went up to lie on the roof for a couple hours and get some sun. You like my body when it's nice and tan, don't you?"

"I love your tan." Charlie confirmed, engrossed with the movie.

"Charlie...!" Miley poked Charlie in his ribs, "Pay more attention to me. I swear you like Spider-Man more than your own girlfriend."

"That's not true." Charlie said. "You rank ahead of Spider-Man, but just behind The Flash."

"Well, is The Flash in this movie?" Miley asked.

Charlie shook his head, "No. They don't even exist in the same universe."

Miley reached up and cupped Charlie's chin, turning his attention to her. "Charlie, not only are we in the same universe, we're on the same couch."

"Okay?" Charlie offered, confused.

Miley rolled her eyes. Reaching for the remote, she clicked the movie off.

"Hey!" Charlie complained.

Miley took the popcorn bowl and laid back on the couch, lifting her legs to Charlie's lap. "You've seen that movie a hundred times, Charlie. You own it on DVD, for crying out loud. Wouldn't you rather just talk or something?"

Charlie placed a hand at Miley's ankle, rubbing her leg through the cotton pajama bottoms. "Sorry. What do you want to talk about?"

Miley shrugged a shoulder, munching on some popcorn.

"Then why did you turn the movie off?" Charlie tried to fathom his girlfriend, irritated.

"Because I hate that movie. It's so dumb." Then Miley added, "Except for the upside down kissing part."

"What?" Charlie couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Miley stuck her tongue out. "He's creepy, with that weird mask and those icky webs."

"The Spider-Man movie is a whole lot cooler than that dating reality show you're always watching."

"No it isn't." Miley countered, throwing a piece of popcorn at Charlie's chest.

"Yes it is." Charlie argued as he reached for Miley's feet.

"Okay, okay!" Miley lifted a cautionary finger, grinning. "No tickling, that's not fair."

Charlie suggested "The science fiction channel is doing a Robot Wars marathon?"

Miley's expression looked like she just swallowed sour milk.

"What?" Charlie asked.

"Don't we have anything in common?" Miley wondered aloud.

"Of course we do." Charlie answered. "Don't be silly."

"Like what?" Miley pressed. "What interests do we share?"

"Well, we..." Charlie considered. "We're both pretty horny all the time?"

"So our relationship is based entirely on sex." Miley stated matter-of-factly.

"We both like to shop?" Charlie suddenly suggested.

Miley squinted, dubious. "You hate shopping."

"Oh yeah."

"Oh my god, Charlie, is sex the only interest we have in common?" Miley had some worry to her tone. "What are we going to do when we get old and we're not interested in fucking?"

"I dunno." Charlie shrugged. "My grandparents seem to talk about the weather a lot. Other times they just kind of stare off at nothing."

"The weather? The frigging weather?" Miley scowled. "That's it; we're not having any more sex."

"What?!" Charlie sat up straighter.

"We have to find some kind of hobby we both enjoy." Miley explained. "Otherwise our marriage will never last. I'm putting an embargo on all sexual activity until we figure this out."

"You can't do that!" Charlie argued. "Besides, you'd give in a lot sooner than I ever would if we didn't find this theoretical hobby."

"I would not!" Miley took her legs back from Charlie's lap. "I can last a lot longer than you ever could."

"Wanna bet?" Charlie asked with a cocky smile.

"Okay, mister, you got it." Miley agreed. "If I win, and you give in, you have to do whatever I want for a whole day."

"All right." Charlie agreed, "But if you give in then you have to do what I want for a whole day."

"Fine." Miley folded her arms across her chest.

"Fine." Charlie repeated.

"You are going to lose, Charlie White." Miley informed him, getting up. "You'll probably come crawling back to me, looking for sex inside of a day."

"Where are you going?" Charlie asked.

"To bed." Miley answered. "You can either go home or sleep on the couch!"

Charlie startled when Miley's bedroom door slammed shut. "What the heck just happened?" he asked himself.

PART 3 -- Miley to the rescue

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Brian burst into Charlie's bedroom, "Dude, you're never going to believe this."

Charlie sat up from his bed, where he was reading a comic. "Brian? How did you get in here?"

"Your front door was open." Brian said. "But listen to me dude, Stacy has a date tonight!"

Charlie set his comic down and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "What do you mean?"

"She's going to the movies with Adrian Miller." Brian lamented.

"That sucks, man." Charlie said. "I know how you feel; I've got girl problems too."

"You and Miley didn't break up again, did you?" Brian asked.

"No." Charlie shook his head. "But she put an embargo on our sex life until we come up with some stupid hobby to do together. It's been three days, can you believe it?"

Brian stared at Charlie blankly.

Charlie looked back, "What?"

"I'm really sorry you haven't gotten laid in three whole days, Charlie." Brian sounded irritated. "But I think my problems trump yours! Did you hear what I said? The mother of my child is going to a movie with Adrian frigging Miller. You remember him? Star athlete of our high school? Good looking? Prom king???"

"I'm sorry." Charlie apologized. "You're right; it's just that Miley has put the zap on my head. What are you going to do?"

Brian sat down next to Charlie on the bed, helpless. "What can I do? I had to pry the information out of her after asking if she wanted to hang out tonight. She says they're 'just catching up' but if that's the case why was she so reluctant to tell me?"

"Probably because she knew you'd freak out." Charlie suggested. "I mean, if Stacy and Adrian were going to happen don't you think it would have happened when they went to prom together our senior year?"

"Maybe." Brian conceded. "But how would you feel if Miley told you she was going to a movie with that Brett guy she was dating, so they could 'catch up'."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 14



Charlie considered that. "Okay you're right." he quickly agreed. "You have to do something."

"What the hell can I do?" Brian lifted his hands. "If I show up at the theater, I'll only end up looking like an ass."

"We need Miley." Charlie decided, getting up and moving for his cell phone.

"Miley?" Brian didn't sound sure.

"Yeah. She's really good at this kind of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff we don't have any experience with because neither of us has had more than one girlfriend." Charlie answered. "Relationship stuff."

"Hey, I've had two girlfriends." Brian clarified. "Don't forget Cassie."

Charlie pulled up the contacts list in his phone. "Remind me what happened with her?" he asked, even though he knew full well.

"She dumped me for another guy." Brian muttered, worried. "You're totally right, call Miley."

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Miley glanced at her cell phone and grinned smugly when she saw it was Charlie calling. Picking it up she answered, "Ready to give in yet?"

"Not now, Miley." came Charlie's voice. "We have an emergency."

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Stacy laughed at Adrian telling her about the freshman hazing that took place on Alabama's football team. "They shaved your head?"

Adrian grinned. "Yeah, it grew back though. I got off easy. Some of the other guys got stripped naked in front of our cheerleaders at this party."

The two were in line at the movie theater, waiting to buy sodas and candy. Stacy was ready to tell Adrian about her own freshman year when she saw Miley. Her instinct was to smile and wave, but Stacy held back when she saw Miley's expression and the way her best friend was stalking towards her and Adrian.

"Hello Adrian." Miley greeted curtly when she reached the couple in line. "Mind if I borrow Stacy for a minute? Thank you." She didn't give Adrian a chance to answer, grabbing Stacy's wrist and tugging her away.

"Miley!?" Stacy followed reluctantly. "What are you doing here?"

Miley stopped when they were near the exit and far enough away that Adrian couldn't hear them. "What are YOU doing here? That's a better question."

"I'm about to pig out on Milk Duds and see a movie." Stacy said.

"With Adrian Miller?!?" Miley chastised.

"Yeah, we ran into each other at the mall the other night." Stacy replied innocently. "He asked if I wanted to catch up."

"Oh bullshit!" Miley snapped. "You have no business being here with him."

"I can go to the movies with whomever I want." Stacy was growing miffed at Miley's intrusion. "How did you even know we were here?"

"Brian told me. He's over at Charlie's right now freaking out. Did you ever think about him?"

"I told him Adrian and I are just friends..." Stacy started.

"Oh come on Stacy, grow up! You have been leading poor Brian on for over a year."

"I have not!" Stacy snapped back.

"No?" Miley set her fists at her slender hips. "What about all those times last year at college where you'd get drunk at a party, make out with him, and then ignore him the next week at school?"

"I didn't ignore him." Stacy argued. "Besides, he knew we were just having fun. It was harmless."

"Fun, huh?" Miley frowned. "Okay, what about when you slept with him, got knocked up with his baby, and wouldn't give him a straight answer where he stood with you? Was that just 'fun' too?"

Stacy looked down at the carpeted floor, expression guilty. "I haven't given him a straight answer because I don't know... I mean, we have nothing in common."

Stacy's words hit Miley like a brick, given her recent spat with Charlie.

"I like romantic comedies; he likes kung-fu movies." Stacy elaborated. "I like romance novels, he likes comic books. I like to go shopping; he likes to play role-playing games."

"Oh get over it Stacy!" Miley scowled. "You think Charlie and I have anything in common? But you know what? Charlie always opens the door for me. He tells me I'm pretty, even when I'm not wearing any make-up. He stands around the women's underwear aisle when I take him shopping, despite the fact that it embarrasses him. And the damn fool went and asked my father's permission to marry me, because he knew it was the respectful thing to do."

Stacy opened her mouth to say something but Miley wouldn't let her get a word in.

"Brian's the same way." Miley scolded. "He is a wonderful guy that would do anything for you! He'd treat you like a goddess. God, I mean he's ready to be a teenaged father for you! And what do you do? You go on a date with another guy? I can't believe you Stacy!!! If you're not in love with Brian that's fair, but at least have the decency to tell him that and quit stringing him along!"

Stacy tried to speak again, but this time it wasn't Miley who stopped her. She was at a loss for words. Stacy glanced towards Adrian, who was standing by himself, looking a little confused, waiting for Miley and Stacy to finish.

Miley stood, tapping her sneaker-clad foot angrily.

"You're right." Stacy muttered.

"Of course I'm right." Miley stated, more calm. "Now go tell Adrian you have to go. I'll drive you to Charlie's."

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Brian paced back and forth the length of Charlie's living room.

Charlie was glad his parents weren't home. His dad had gone fishing for the weekend, and for once his mom went with. "You're going to wear tracks in my parent's carpeting. Relax; Miley said she would handle things."

"Sorry dude." Brian paused for a second, then resumed pacing.

Charlie gestured to the spot next to him on the couch. "Why don't you sit down, let's watch some TV or something."

"It's been nearly an hour since you talked to Miley." Brian fretted. "Shouldn't she have called by now?"

Charlie sighed. "Maybe Miley kicked Adrian's ass and now her and Stacy are watching the movie, so they don't waste the tickets?"

Brian paused again, looking to Charlie. "You think so?"

Charlie chuckled. "Would you just relax? I'm sure..."

Charlie was interrupted by the front door opening.

"Hey guys." Miley said.

"Miley!" Brian grew excited, "What happened. Where's Stacy?

"She's outside." Miley smiled. "She'd like it if you drove her home."

Brian snatched up his keys and made a beeline for the door. "Thanks Miley." he stopped long enough to kiss her cheek. "You're the best."

Charlie waited for the door to close. "Is it going to work out? Between Brian and Stace, I mean?"

"I don't know." Miley replied honestly. "They need to talk."

Charlie watched Miley approach, and spread his arms when Miley clasped herself to his chest.

"I love you." Miley murmured.

"Yeah?" Charlie asked, clasping his arms around her.

Miley nuzzled her cheek against Charlie's tee shirt. "I want you to know, it doesn't matter that we're so different. You're a great guy, Charlie White, and I'm going to marry you no matter what."

"Does this mean the embargo is lifted?" Charlie dared.

"No way!" Miley retreated, "I'm not losing our bet."

"But..." Charlie didn't know what to say.

"If you want to give in that's fine." Miley smiled, smug. "But then you'll be my slave for twenty-four hours."

"Forget that." Charlie shook his head. "You'll have me standing in the underwear department all day."

Miley gave Charlie a mischievous look, "Where are your parents?"

"Fishing."

"Oh, good." Miley began to undress, kicking her shoes off and unfastening her jeans.

"What are you doing?" Charlie watched.

"I'm horny, I want to masturbate." Miley replied, her tone casual.

"You want to... in the living room?!"

"Yeah." Miley said, peeling her top off. She wasn't wearing a bra. "I don't have my toy here, but my fingers will do. Unless you want to give in and stick your big hard cock in me?"

"Miley, this isn't fair..." Charlie complained, watching as Miley sat on the carpeted floor with her back leaning against the couch.

"Why not?" Miley asked, slipping her panties off and spreading her knees. "You can watch."

Charlie did just that, standing in the middle of the living room and staring at Miley as she slipped a finger into the folds of her pussy.

"Mmm, my finger feels nice." Miley commented, "But your cock would feel so much better. Don't you want to stick it in me, Charlie? Don't you want to give in and fuck your big thing into my wet cunt?"

Charlie knew Miley was trying to goad him, and it was working. He had to shift and adjust his hardening dick so that it wasn't pressing against the leg of his pants.

Miley curled her body a little, lifting her spread legs so her ankles dangled in the air. She spread her pussy lips so Charlie got a good view of the penetrating finger. "Would it be so bad, being my slave for a day? You could fuck me right now. You could feel my warm pussy surround your cock. You could shoot your little babies deep into my womb, you just have to give in Charlie."

"Oh my god." Charlie began to unfasten his pants, Miley's dirty talk getting to him.

"That's it." Miley grinned, thinking she had won. "Come fuck me, baby. It'll only cost you a day. One day is a small price to pay for my sweet pussy."

But Charlie had no intention of giving in. Removing his own clothes, Charlie sat on the floor facing Miley and wrapped a fist around his stiff erection.

"What are you doing?" Miley watched, momentarily confused.

"I'm going to jerk off." Charlie replied. "If you can masturbate, so can I."

Miley's brows furrowed in frustration. She had anticipated that Charlie would give in, not start to pleasuring himself! She thought about stopping, denying him the pleasure, but the sight of his growing length gave her pause. "I can never get over how big you are."

"You could give in." Charlie smirked, turning the tables. "You could crawl over here and sit on my lap, sit on my cock..."

Miley licked her lips. She wanted to, so badly, but she still had some fight in her. "If you gave in, I'd let you fuck my ass."

Charlie issued a small gasp and began stroking.

"You're so big, you'd stretch my ass out so much. Think about how good it would be, Charlie, fucking my tight little asshole. I'd even let you shoot your cum into my butt."

"Oh fuck..." Charlie moaned, his willpower nearly withering.

Miley was getting aroused by her own words, masturbating her clit vigorously. "You could do me doggy and spank my sexy bottom while you fucked me. Don't you want to spank me Charlie? Don't you want to slap your palm against my ass while you fucked that big dirty cock into my bottom?"

Charlie's fingers formed a tight circling grip as he stroked his length swiftly, Miley's talk arousing him as much as the view of her naked and masturbating body. But he refused to give in.

Miley was growing warm between her legs watching Charlie jerk off his magnificent cock. "Oh god baby, don't you want to fuck me? Don't you want to fuck me in the ass?" She talked as dirty as she could, trying to get Charlie to relent. "You could deposit that hot load inside me, then watch as your white milky goo dribbled out of my puckered little hole..."

"Oh Jesus... oh fuck." Charlie was stroking rapidly now, Miley's filthy words causing the cum to boil in his balls. He rose to his knees and scrambled forward.

Miley beamed in victory thinking Charlie had finally lost the strength to resist. Her surprise was complete when Charlie stopped, just inches from her.

Continuing to stroke his cock with a pounding fist, Charlie felt his orgasm surge up the length of his shaft.

Miley squealed when his orgasm came. She watched as his warm semen hurled through the space between them to land on her tummy. Ropes of it flew from Charlie's cock, decorating her tan skin. Some of it landed on her breasts, and still more landed between her legs where her hand was literally dancing over her clit.

Charlie could only gasp in relief as three days worth of pent-up sexual tension flew from the tip of his cock.

The feel of Charlie's warm sex staining her skin drove Miley over the edge. Her body quivered and shook with a thundering orgasm that spread its tingling power throughout her entire body. "Ohhhh!" she moaned, powerless to stop the flood. "Oh god... oh god I'm cumming...!"

Fluids leaked from Miley's sex, wetting the carpet, and her free hand began to smooth against her skin where Charlie's semen was hanging upon her body. She rubbed it in like moisturizer as she came.

Both teens slumped on the floor, drained from their mutual orgasms.

"You came on me." Miley stated the obvious, voice heavy and breathless. "That means you gave in."

"No it doesn't." Charlie argued. "I never touched you; I couldn't help it if you were in the way of my orgasm."

Miley looked down at her body and the sticky cum that was smeared over her skin. "I can't believe you did that Charlie, I'm a mess."

"You've never minded before." Charlie grinned.

Miley stuck her tongue out cutely. "Now I need a shower. Want to join me?"

(edited by manda126) 



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 15



PART 1 - The Cold War

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Miley marched through the mall, drawing the eyes of every man she passed, her long spiked heels echoing against the hard floors with every step. She was wearing a blue mini-skirt that was so clingingly tight that the outline of her heart-shaped butt was on full display. The skirt was also short, extremely short, displaying nearly the entire length of Miley's tan legs. A black baby-doll tee was equally snug, her smallish breasts straining against the form-fitting material. Ignoring all the male attention, Miley pushed a hand through her long brunette curls and strode with purpose towards a comic book store known as 'The House of Spandex'.

She was on a mission.

Chip was working the front register when Miley walked in, and her mini-skirt nearly gave the seventeen year-old a heart attack. "Holy cow. Um, h-hey Miley."

Miley cast her gaze around the store, "Hi sweetie, where's Charlie?"

With his mouth hanging open in awe at how incredible Miley looked, Chip lifted a distracted finger towards the back of the store where Charlie and Theo were organizing the paperback books.

Miley's blue eyes followed the direction of Chip's pointing digit, spotting her boyfriend. Charlie's tall slender frame was clad in a pair of faded black jeans, a geeky tee shirt displaying someone named 'Colossus', and a flannel short-sleeved shirt hanging untucked and unbuttoned.

"The X-Men movies totally sucked, man." Theo was telling Charlie. "And that Wolverine movie was even worse. I mean, how could they... holy crap..."

Charlie glanced to Theo, who was ogling Miley as she approached the two boys.

"Hi Theo." Miley greeted somewhat curtly, and then added, "Charlie." in a cold tone.

"Uh, hi Miley." Theo responded with a stupid grin.

"Hey babe." Charlie tried.

"Don't you 'babe' me, Charlie White." Miley scowled.

Charlie winced. "I did something wrong, right?" he guessed.

"It's been two weeks, Charlie." Miley fumed, placing her palms at her hips. "I can't take it anymore. I won't take it anymore. You're driving me crazy!"

"Hey, don't forget this stupid embargo-bet thing was your idea."

"Well I didn't think you could hold out on me for two whole weeks!"

"Does that mean you're giving in?" Charlie asked.

"No I am not giving in!" Miley snapped. "But I'm tired of using my toy and if I don't get some real cock in me soon, I'm going to go nuts."

"Oh jeez, um..." Theo muttered, "Maybe I should go clean the newspaper racks."

"Stay right there Theo." Miley instructed coolly, eyes locked on Charlie.

Theo didn't move. "I think you two need..."

"Do you think I look sexy?" Miley interrupted Theo.

Theo swallowed nervously and glanced at Charlie, not sure how to answer that. Theo was fairly certain he'd ever seen anything sexier in his entire life, but he didn't want to anger Charlie by saying so.

"Well?" Miley pressed, tapping her foot impatiently.

"You better answer her." Charlie sensed Theo's trepidation. "When she gets like this I start to fear for my life."

Miley narrowed an angry glare at Charlie's mirth, letting him know she didn't appreciate his levity.

"Yeah, Miley, I think you look sexy." Theo admitted. "Like, seriously sexy."

Miley continued to stare at Charlie, "Good. Because when I leave this store I am going to ask the first guy who looks at me if he wants to go underwear shopping."

"Underwear shopping?" Theo sounded as though he were ready to volunteer.

"That's right." Miley confirmed. "I'll tell him I seem to have lost the pair I was wearing. If I can't get laid by my own boyfriend, I'm betting I can find someone else in this mall willing to do the job."

Charlie gave Miley a dubious look and didn't believe her for a minute. "Whatever. You'd never go through with it."

"Oh yeah?" Miley's tone was deathly serious. "Just watch me, buster."

"I'll take you underwear shopping." Theo interjected.

Charlie swatted Theo's shoulder with the back of his fist.

Miley continued her ultimatum. "Are you sure you don't want to give in, Charlie?"

A smug smirk was Charlie's reply. "I know you, Miley. You wouldn't cheat on me."

"Whatever." Miley spun, feigning sudden disinterest. Charlie got a view of her backside in that tight skirt as she strutted towards the store's exit.

Theo stood in shock at the drama of it all. "You won't have sex with her? Are you an idiot, Charlie?"

"It's not like that." Charlie said. "We made a bet, to see who could hold out the longest. Miley wouldn't cheat on me. She won't go through with it; I just have to call out her bluff."

"You're nuts, man. I'd lose any bet in the world to have sex with her." Theo declared.

Charlie glared at his co-worker.

"I'm just saying..." Theo shrugged.

"Hey Chip!" Charlie called towards the register, "Can you see Miley outside the store?"

Chip leaned to look through the store's large front window, out to the mall. "Yeah?"

"What's she doing?" Charlie asked.

"She's talking to some guy." Chip answered.

Charlie dashed through the book aisle towards the front of the store.

Theo followed hot on Charlie's heels, "Oh man, I can't miss this!"

Charlie hopped over the counter to join Chip at the register, peering through the window and spotting Miley right away. She was smiling and talking to a man that Charlie guessed was in his late twenties.

Theo bumped into Charlie as he rushed to join his friends and get a view of the mall outside. "Uh oh." he said, "I bet she's telling him right now about losing her underwear."

"Shut up Theo." Charlie warned, no longer as confident that Miley was bluffing.

"Miley's not wearing any underwear?" Chip wondered.

"Can either of you read lips?" Charlie wondered.

Theo squinted, trying to make out Miley's words. "I think she's talking about a 'store'. Oh snap! I bet she's asking him to go to the underwear store with her."

"Miley's not wearing any underwear?" Chip asked again, feeling lost.

"Would you guys stop talking about my fiancé's underwear?" Charlie sounded frustrated.

"You better get out there Charlie." Theo advised. "Or she won't be your fiancée for much longer."

"She'd never go through with it." Charlie sounded like he was trying to convince himself. "She's just trying to trick me into giving in and having sex with her."

"I don't think so." Theo replied as he watched Miley and the man she was talking to walk away together. "It looks like she's tricking that guy into having sex with her."

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"Do you think I look fat?" Stacy asked, standing sideways to her bedroom mirror and looking at her own naked body in profile.

Brian glanced from where he stood near the bed, fastening his pants "A little."

"What?!" Stacy exclaimed, twisting a glance towards the bed. "Are you serious???"

"I-I mean, no, not fat." Brian stammered. "It's just, I mean, you're starting to get a little tummy."

"Great." Stacy sighed, turning back towards the mirror. "God... I think my boobs are getting bigger too."

"Um, Stace... isn't that supposed to happen? You are pregnant, after all." Brian looked around for his shirt. "You look beautiful."

Stacy smiled, pushing a hand through her long blonde hair. "Yeah?"

Brian nodded, then walked behind Stacy and slipped his arms around her.

"Will you still think I'm beautiful in about six months when I'm all round and bloated?" Stacy asked, watching their reflection in the mirror.

"Probably." Brian answered, smoothing his palms over Stacy's stomach. "I've thought you were beautiful since middle school."

Stacy grinned. "Who would have thought we'd end up together, huh?"

"I'm happy we did." Brian kissed her neck, softly.

"Me too." Stacy replied. "I'm glad we worked this out, Brian. I'm really proud of you, you know? For standing by me and being so supportive. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize."

"It's kind of funny though..." Brian started.

"What?" Stacy inquired.

"Have you ever noticed that when things are going well between us, they go bad for Charlie and Miley?"

"Oh god, I know, right?" Stacy rolled her eyes. "Miley has been calling me every night for the last two weeks, complaining about some stupid sex-embargo and telling me how horny she is. That girl is driving me nuts."

Brian laughed, "It's the same with Charlie."

"We have been suffering their drama ever since the first time they hooked up." Stacy declared. "It's like a fucking soap opera. Promise me we won't be like that?"

"I promise." Brian assured, glancing at Stacy's clock/radio. "Shit, I better get back to work. My lunch hour is almost over."

Stacy turned in Brian's arms, pecking a kiss to his lips. "Thanks for coming over and giving me some nooky."

"Are you kidding?" Brian laughed. "Any time."

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Charlie roamed swiftly but cautiously through the mall, keeping a lookout for Miley and trying to be sneaky. He didn't want her to spot him and discover she had made him jealous, but at the same time he wanted to know if she was still with that guy she was talking to. He hated leaving the comic store while he was on shift, but Chip and Theo had things under control and there was no way he was going to let some stranger get with Miley.

Reaching the lingerie shop, Charlie leaned against a wall and peered through the store's front display window. He spotted Miley inside immediately, and she was still with that guy. Charlie watched them like a hawk as they wandered around the store together, looking at various female undergarments. Is it possible she would actually go through with it, Charlie wondered?

Then, as Miley stood near a table display of underwear, the man put his hand at the small of her back and pointed out a particular pair. Charlie's blood began to boil with jealousy. He stormed through the store's entrance towards Miley and her new friend, fists clenched at his sides.

"Get away from her!" Charlie hollered, and as the man turned around Charlie swung a punch right at his face.

Miley shrieked as the man's head snapped to the side from the impact of Charlie's jealousy-fueled fist. He fell backwards into the table of underwear, which shattered under the weight of his fall.

"Charlie!!! What are you doing?!?"

"I can't believe you!" Charlie yelled at Miley, "You were going to sleep with this guy?"

"Of course not!" Miley screamed back. "This is Tony, he works here! He's been selling me underwear from this store since I was sixteen!"

"Wait, you know this guy?" Charlie was confused.

"Of course I do!" Miley explained, "I ran into him outside the comic store and he said they just got a new line of lingerie in, and he wanted to show me."

"Oh shit." Charlie looked down at Tony, who was lying in a pile of splintered table and lacy bikinis, rubbing his jaw. "Oh man, I'm so sorry." He reached down to offer Tony a helping hand.

"I can't believe you hit him." Miley folded her arms across her chest, leveling a stern expression upon Charlie. "Have you gone completely insane?"

"I'm guessing this is the boyfriend you always tell me so much about?" Tony took Charlie's hand and rose to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Charlie apologized again, "I had no idea, I assumed you were trying to hit on her and I thought..."

"It's okay." Tony lifted a hand. "I understand, I think." He looked towards another one of the sales people. "It's okay, everything is okay. No need to call security."

"Tony, I'm sorry too." Miley said. "This is partly my fault. I kind of told Charlie a fib to make him jealous. I'll pay for the damages. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tony assured them. "That's a hell of a right hook you got there, Charlie."

"I feel like such an idiot." Charlie lamented.

"Don't worry about it, my wife makes me crazy sometimes too." Tony patted Charlie's shoulder. "Tell you what, you two can make it up to me by buying something really expensive and padding my commission."

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Miley walked with Charlie towards the comic shop, carrying a large bag of purchased items from the lingerie store. "I can't believe you actually thought I'd sleep with another guy, Charlie."

"You said you were going to!" Charlie defended himself, "You sounded pretty serious."

"I was only trying to make you jealous so you'd stick your cock in me!"

"Well it worked." Charlie replied. "Making me jealous, that is. Not the cock-sticking part."

"You are so infuriating, Charlie!" Miley growled. "I can't believe you've held out this long."

"I'm a little surprised too." Charlie grinned. "But there's no way I'm losing our bet, not after I've held out this long."

"Oh my god." Miley threw up her hands in frustration as they reached the House of Spandex. "I can't take it anymore. Come over to my apartment after you get off work."

Charlie blinked with surprise. "You're giving up?"

"Yes!" Miley's face clenched in defeat. "Yes, I'm giving up, okay? You win, Charlie. I can't take it anymore. I need to get fucked by something other than my dildo."

"You agree to be my slave for a whole day, to do whatever I want?"

"Yes, yes, anything..." Miley nodded. "Just come over right after work, okay?"

"I'll be there, doll." Charlie leaned to kiss Miley's cheek, and then left her to finish his shift.

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"He did what?" Stacy's voice came through Miley's cell phone, which was set on speaker-mode.

"I swear to God. Charlie hit him so hard the poor guy fell through a table." Miley replied, sitting on her couch and painting her toenails.

"That's actually kind of romantic." Stacy said.

"Yeah." Miley grinned. "But I had to buy three hundred dollars worth of lingerie to make it up to Tony, I felt so bad."

"Serves you right." Stacy chided. "You were playing with fire when you tried to make Charlie jealous. But at least it will be over soon and I won't have to hear you complain how horny you always are."

"Have I been that bad?" Miley asked.

"Worse." Stacy replied.

"I'm sorry hon." Miley apologized, dipping her brush into the polish. "Charlie just makes me so crazy sometimes."

"I know." Stacy replied. "That's love for you."

"So how are things with you and Brian, still hot and heavy?"

"Ever since that night I went out with Adrian." Stacy said. "You were right, you know."

"Of course I was right." Miley paused then. "Wait, right about what?"

"About Brian being just like Charlie, and treating me like a queen. He's been so great."

"Brian's a doll." Miley said. "I'm happy you guys finally worked things out."

"He wants to get married." Stacy said in a hesitant tone.

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"Yeah, it's kind of sweet. He thinks we should do it before the baby is born."

"What did you say?" Miley asked.

"I told him I don't want a shotgun wedding. I said we should wait until we both know it's right, and if that's after the baby is born then so be it."

"So you do want to marry him." Miley giggled happily.

"Maybe." Stacy said, and Miley could hear a smile in her best friend's tone. "I do love him, and I think he'll make a great father. But don't say anything to Charlie, okay? I want Brian to sweat it just a little."

"I won't say a word." Miley promised. "But I better go, Charlie will be off work soon and I need to pick out some lingerie."

"Oh lord. Okay love, have fun. Get laid."

Miley grinned. "Love you." 

After reaching for her phone and hanging up, Miley stuck cotton balls between her toes. She walked on her heels towards the bedroom and started looking through the assortment of naughty goodies she bought at the store earlier that day. "Now what should I wear..."

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Two weeks isn't that long to go without sex, Charlie told himself. After all, he'd gone his entire freshman year at Brown when he and Miley were apart. Still, he couldn't get to her apartment fast enough. Parking his car on the street outside, Charlie hurried to the door. After Stacy had moved out, Miley gave Charlie Stacy's key so he could come and go as he pleased. After unlocking the front door, Charlie practically sprinted up a flight of stairs and down the hall towards Miley's apartment.

He almost fell over at the sight which greeted him.

"Hey big guy." Miley greeted Charlie as he walked through the door. She was sitting on the couch, fully naked, with her legs propped up on a coffee table and crossed at the ankles.

"Damn." Charlie remarked.

"I wanted to turn you on with some sexy lingerie, but I couldn't decide what to wear. But then I remembered you haven't gotten laid in a while, so that big dick of yours probably gets hard in a slight breeze. Do you like my birthday suit?"

"Damn." Charlie repeated. "Do you want me to...?"

"Let me put it to you this way, Charlie." Miley leveled a frank look at him. "Fuck me now or never fuck me again."

"Right." Charlie agreed, stripping out of his clothes quickly on the way towards Miley and the couch.

Lifting her legs off the coffee table, Miley laid back as Charlie's weight pressed against her body. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a heated embrace. They kissed like two starved lovers who had been denied one another far too long. Feeling his hard-on poking between her legs, Miley reached between their bodies to help facilitate Charlie's efforts.

Both of them breathed in a sharp intake of air as a third of Charlie's considerable length slid easily into Miley's damp sex. They looked into each others eyes, each wearing expressions of lust mingled with affection. Charlie started to slowly slide his cock back and forth, penetrating Miley's sex a little deeper with each thrust.

"Make love to me later." Miley whispered, cupping Charlie's cheek. "Fuck me right now."

"Got it. " Rising to his knees, Charlie lifted Miley's legs so that her ankles could hang over his shoulders, bent at the knee.

"That's it baby." Miley encouraged, looking up at him from her back. "Get it inside me; then give me a good fucking." With her legs spread and draped over him that way, Charlie was able to work nearly his entire length into her. Miley started moaning in pleasure from the penetration, which caused her toes to curl. "Oh my god you're so deep already."

Charlie placed his hands at the bottom of Miley's thighs and pushed her legs back, leaning his body forward. This effectively folded Miley in half, almost like a lawn chair, forcing her knees to press against her breasts. The weight of Charlie's body held her in place.

"I can feel you in my tummy." Miley gasped and her eyes fluttered from the sensation of Charlie filling her tight canal. "You're so fucking deep, so big."

Driving with his legs and using the arm of the couch for leverage, Charlie began to thrust hard into Miley. "Does it feel good baby?"

"Yes." Miley whimpered, "I needed it so bad. I know I'm a horny slut, Charlie. I can't help it. I'm addicted to your big cock. Tell me. Tell me how naughty I am."

"You're the horniest slut I've ever met." Charlie said, his hips slapping against Miley's ass cheeks.

"More... tell me more, talk dirty to me baby." Miley begged. "Tell me what a slut I am."

"You're a naughty whore, aren't you?"

"Oh god." Miley quivered. "Yes!"

"A filthy whore..." Charlie continued, "But you don't want money, do you?"

Miley shook her head. It was the only thing she could move, with her body folded up and pinned as it was.

"Tell me what you want." Charlie demanded.

"I want cock." Miley gasped wantonly, aroused by their dirty talk.

"What do you want?" Charlie encouraged, "Say it louder."

"Oh fuck." Miley gasped, incredibly turned on. "I want cock, baby. I want your big cock..."

"Louder!"

"I want cock!" Miley admitted loudly, "I'm a whore for your cock, Charlie!"

"You're such a nasty slut, Miley." Charlie played along, watching Miley moan and writhe beneath him. Her pussy was soaked through from their dirty talk, the fluids leaking down the crack of her ass and lubricating Charlie's swift thrusts. "You're willing to give me your body, to be my slave for a whole day, just to get some cock in you, aren't you?"




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 15



"Yes!" Miley began to shake as an orgasm took over her body. Noises started escaping her throat, though she was past the point of comprehension and could only grunt and gasp at the power of her pleasure. Her legs pushed against Charlie's chest but he held fast, keeping Miley folded up like a package.

"...fuck me..." Miley's voice was a haze, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. The orgasm continued as Charlie kept humping into her, its waves flooding Miley's entire body with pleasure. "...don't stop... fuck me... I'm a slut... oh god, I'm a filthy fucking slut..."

Charlie suddenly grunted, already having reached the limits of his sexual stamina. He could feel his orgasm boiling over and rising up the shaft of his cock. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum... oh fuck."

"Shoot it on me." Miley begged, "Make me feel like a prostitute... make me feel dirty."

Charlie pulled out, his length slick with the copious amount of juices flowing from Miley's pussy, and pushed it between her thighs.

Miley blinked as a shot of semen splattered against her face, but wasn't startled for long. She opened her mouth wide and felt another warm ejection of Charlie's orgasm land upon the length of her tongue. As she was swallowing that down, more of it landed across her lips, so she opened wide again. Charlie was moaning loudly and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth, letting Miley suck earnestly and draw the remainder of his sperm out.

She swallowed several times and could feel Charlie's orgasm sliding down the back of her throat.

"Oh god." Miley gasped, spitting out the head of Charlie's cock. "That was intense."

"...yeah..." Charlie leaned back, releasing Miley's legs. Her body uncoiled and she draped her ankles lazily over his shoulders once more.

Miley looked up at him with a slight smile, Charlie's semen decorating her face. It hung from the corners of her mouth and dripped along the sides of her cheeks. "That's how you properly fuck the shit out of a girl, baby. I feel so much better."

Charlie exhaled with sexual relief. "Me too."

Reaching forward between her thighs, Miley grasped Charlie's softening erection and rubbed the pad of her thumb across its tip. Her fingers could only get halfway around his girth. "Do I look like a slut, with your cum all over my face?"

Charlie grinned, "Yeah, kind of. It's sexy."

Miley giggled at herself, "I get so hot when you talk to me like that and call me names. It makes me feel so dirty and naughty."

Charlie wiped a wrist across his forehead. "Me too."

Miley licked at the corners of her mouth, gently fondling Charlie's length so that he couldn't go completely soft. "I've gotten used to the taste of your stuff. I really like it now."

"Really?"

Miley nodded. "I like taking your essence into my stomach. It makes me feel like you're a part of me."

"Do you want some more?" Charlie dared.

Miley nodded cutely, biting her lower lip.

"I'm still kind of tender. Give me a couple of minutes?"

Miley swung her slender legs off Charlie's shoulders. "Of course." Peeling herself off the couch, she added "Sit and relax, I'll go get some lube and then I can rub one out of you."

"Seriously? You're amazing, you know that?"

"I know." Miley beamed warmly at the compliment and padded towards her bedroom, letting Charlie get a good view of her naked backside.

Charlie sat himself down on the couch, letting out a relaxing breath. It was a relief that their silly sex-embargo had been lifted, and Charlie suddenly remembered he had won the bet. "Saturday." he called out.

"What's that, baby?" came Miley's voice from down the hallway.

"That's the day you have to do what I want."

Miley reappeared, carrying a bottle of hand lotion. "Are you off on Saturday?"

"Yeah, and I've got the whole day planned out."

Miley grinned, kneeling at Charlie's feet. "Should I be worried?"

"Only a little." Charlie chuckled.

Miley squeezed some of the white creamy lotion into her palm. "I'm out of lube, so I hope lotion is okay."

Charlie sucked some air through his teeth as Miley began to rub the hand lotion over the length of his penis. It felt cold at first, but quickly warmed as Miley worked it into his skin. Soon, both his shaft and her hand were slick with the substance and he was fully erect again.

Miley instructed him, "When you get close, take over, all right? Shoot it all between my lips. I'll try and work a big load out of you, so it fills my whole mouth up. That way I can swallow it all down at once for you to watch."

"Okay." Charlie agreed, already aroused. Miley always seemed to know exactly what to say to get him turned on, as though she had personal access to the switch for his libido.

Miley's tongue poked out in concentration at the corner of her mouth. She began working Charlie with purpose, her dainty grip sliding up and down the length of his shaft until his cock was like granite in her hand, pulsing with need.

"Since you just came I better take my time, that way your balls have time to gather up more of your sperm. I want to get you really turned on and see how much I can work out of you."

"You're doing great." Charlie assured her, noticing once more that Miley treated hand jobs as though they were her favorite hobby. She took pride in getting Charlie off with her hand, and he loved it every time she did.

Miley switched hands and began masturbating him with her left, to avoid fatigue. She applied more lotion as well, keeping everything nice and slick. "I'd tell you to play with my tits but I don't want you to cum too fast."

Charlie marveled at the casual tone of Miley's voice. It amazed him the way she talked about sex, about the naughtiest of things, as though they were discussing something completely mundane. It had been that way since the first time they hooked up. She was fearless and unashamed. Charlie wasn't sure there was another girl like her, anywhere.

"I bet you're going to make me do naughty things to you on Saturday, aren't you?" Miley asked.

"Maybe." Charlie watched as Miley squeezed his taut balls, playing with them.

"I bet you make me suck your cock all the way down my throat and gag on it." Miley leaned up, pushing a long bead of saliva out of her mouth, letting it hang from her lower lip. It eventually fell to Charlie's erection and mingled with the lotion, slickening the friction of her masturbation even further. "Or are you going to fuck my ass? I know you want to. You've been thinking about it ever since that night we masturbated in your parent's living room, haven't you?"

Charlie nodded an admission. How did she know? "Yeah..."

"Naughty boy." Miley teased. "Do you remember taking my ass at prom? You stuck this humungous thing in my tight little butt and gave me a good proper fucking. I was sore for two days."

"Oh god..." Charlie moaned at the arousing memory.

Miley teased Charlie's cock with her painted fingernails, scraping them against his tender underside, which always made his shaft twitch and thicken. "I'd let you fuck me back there now, but I worry you'd cum inside me and I really want to swallow it."

"Believe me; I'm totally cool with a hand job." Charlie said, spreading his arms across the back of the couch.

Miley returned to circling Charlie's cock with a slow-pumping fist, jerking off just the head of it for a short time. "I think your cock missed me."

"Oh?" Charlie inquired.

Miley let go of his shaft for a moment, letting it wave in the air. "Look at how hard it is already, and you just came a few minutes ago. God Charlie, it's like a rod of steel." She returned quickly to stroking it, coaxing the entire length with a squeezing grip. "And you already have pre-cum."

Charlie watched as Miley jutted her head forward and tickled the tip of his erection, letting some of the clear discharge pooling there attach to her tongue. She drew her head back slowly, letting the strand of seminal fluid stretch between her mouth and his cock head. Using a finger to gather the strand, Miley wiped it off onto her tongue and licked her lips.

"I fantasize about your cum, you know."

"My cum?"

"I've been masturbating a lot, and I fantasize about you shooting lots of loads onto me, coating my entire body with your sticky goo."

"That turns you on?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded, "Of course baby, I love it when you decorate me like that. Before we hooked up I used to fantasize about being surrounded by a group of sexy guys jerking off onto me; getting my body all nasty with their cummy mess."

Charlie's cock twitched in Miley's hand, "Like an orgy?"

"Yeah." Miley grinned, "Kind of like that. Does that turn you on baby, thinking about a bunch of horny guys staring at my sexy body and showering me with their cum?"

"Yes." Charlie admitted quietly.

"You're such a dirty boy Charlie, getting all hot and bothered to thoughts of turning your girlfriend into a cum slut." Miley increased the pace of her strokes, using both hands now. She gripped the base of Charlie's shaft, squeezing it tightly, while pumping the remainder of his length with her other hand. "I bet you'd jerk off while you watched them, wouldn't you? You'd jerk off your cock while as a crowd of filthy perverts soaked my innocent little body with their icky cum."

A shudder ran through Charlie's frame.

"I wouldn't let them fuck me." Miley continued. "My pussy is just for you, but I'd let them grope my tits and run their hands down my sexy legs. I'd reach out and take two of the cocks into my hand and jerk them off at the same time, while the other guys rubbed their dicks against my tummy and face."

"Oh jeezus..." Charlie moaned, his eyes closing. "Miley that's so kinky."

"Can you see them, Charlie? Slapping their cocks against my face and treating me like a filthy little whore?" Miley started rapidly pumping Charlie's cock now, sensing his orgasm drawing near.

"Y-yes." Charlie answered.

"After they all came on me, you could come over and fuck me. You'd still fuck me, right Charlie? Even though all that cum would be hanging off me and dripping down my skin? Because that's what happens to whores... they get fucked."

Charlie gasped, leaning forward and pushing Miley's hands off his erection so he could rub himself. Miley immediately lowered her head and opened her mouth, giving Charlie as big a target as possible. "Mmm, give it to me. Cum in my mouth baby."

Charlie started twitching and his face clenched up. His hand pumping with the speed of a piston. He grunted loudly right before the initial eruption. The first jet missed Miley's mouth because Charlie could barely concentrate, much less aim. It landed across her forehead and in her hair. But Miley was quick to adjust, reaching up to help guide Charlie's aim.

She instinctively closed her throat, letting the remaining jets of sticky fluid gather in her mouth. "Uhhhhh..." Miley moaned as Charlie continued to pump every drop of his warm load between her lips. When it was all over, Miley swirled her tongue around and let Charlie get a good look at all the milky semen he had just ejected. It sloshed around between her cheeks.

Charlie stared with intense interest as Miley suddenly swallowed it all down in one gulp. "Damn, I can't believe you just did that!"

Miley beamed a smile up at Charlie, licking her lips and swallowing once more. "Yummy."

Charlie laughed. "You are the most amazing woman on Earth, Miley. Fuck, you turn me on. Were you serious about being in a gang-bang?"

"Oh my god, boys are so gullible." Miley stood up and gave Charlie an admonishing scoff. "Of course not, silly. What do you think I am some kind of whore? "

Charlie blinked, realizing that Miley's dirty talk was just that. Talk and nothing more. He could only grin at her skill; she almost had him convinced she wanted to be in an orgy.

"I need to rinse your goo out of my hair." Miley leaned over and kissed Charlie's cheek. "Then let's go to bed and make love all night."

Charlie watched Miley's naked ass sway as she walked down the hall towards the bathroom. He shook his head, unable to comprehend Miley's endless sexual appetite. He considered himself the luckiest man on the planet.

PART 2 - Slave for a Day

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Miley sat on the steps outside her apartment building Saturday morning, waiting for Charlie to pick her up. He had told her the night before to wear something nice. Miley had chosen her favorite blue floral-print sundress, which was perfect for the warm summer weather. The skirt of it fell just above the knee, while the thin straps and bust showed only enough cleavage to be alluring. She also chose a wide-brimmed floppy hat, like women used to wear on Sundays, and a pair of over-sized movie-star sunglasses. A petite purse hung from her shoulder.

Tapping her strappy heel against the concrete step, Miley realized she was slightly nervous, or was she anxious? Charlie wouldn't give her the slightest clue about what he had planned; he only reminded her that she had to do whatever he said for the whole day. Miley had complained a little, but in truth she couldn't wait to see what Charlie had in store for her.

Finally, a familiar Taurus pulled up in front of the building at the curb. Miley hopped up and trotted swiftly to the passenger door. "Hey baby." she greeted with a bright smile, climbing in.

"Wow, you look great." Charlie smiled back.

"Thanks, you look delicious too."

Charlie did look handsome, wearing a thin pair of khaki slacks and a blue short-sleeved button shirt that was neatly tucked in; it nearly matched the color of Miley's dress.

"So where are we going?" Miley immediately pressed.

"You'll see." Charlie teased, putting the car into 'drive' and pulling away.

"Charlie!" Miley whined anxiously. "I've been waiting all week to find out; can't you even give me a little clue?"

Charlie shook his head. "Nope."

"You're not taking me to a strip club or anything, are you?"

Charlie laughed.

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Sunset Park was not far from where Charlie lived with his parents. It featured large fields of rolling grass, a sandy playground for children, and several areas littered with tall shady trees and picnic tables. As Charlie pulled into the parking lot, Miley glanced around and spotted a collection of people, young and old, occupying several collected tables. They numbered around forty and looked to be gathering for a specific occasion, as food was displayed on many of the tables.

"Charlie, what's going on?" Miley asked as she and Charlie got out of the car. "Why have you brought me... is that your parents?"

"Miley, hi sweetie." Olivia, Charlie's mother, waved and approached. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Hey mom." Charlie greeted with a smile as Olivia kissed his cheek.

"Make it to what?" Miley asked, leaning in as Olivia kissed her cheek as well.

"The White family reunion, of course." Olivia replied. "Didn't Charlie tell you? We get together every summer at this park."

Miley looked to Charlie with a warm expression. "Charlie wanted to surprise me, I had no idea. Are you sure I won't intrude?"

"You're family now sweetie." Olivia said. "You have been for a while."

Charlie put his arm around Miley as they followed Olivia towards the gathering.

"This is John's side of the family, of course." Olivia clarified as they walked, referring to her husband. "He's right over there, stuffing his face with his sister's ham."

Charlie's father waved from where he was sitting at a picnic table, eating and visiting with several other older men.

"Come on, there's someone I want you to meet." Charlie gestured aside. "We'll come visit in a bit, mom."

Miley leaned her head into Charlie's shoulder and slipped an arm around his waist.

"Hi grandma." Charlie said, leading Miley to an older grey-haired woman who was sitting in a lawn chair. Miley guessed the woman to be in her sixties.

"Charles!" The woman beamed, happy to see her grandson. "Where's your brother?"

"Oh, he didn't come home from college this summer, so he won't be here." Charlie answered, "But I have someone I want you to meet. This is Miley, my fiancé. Miley, this is my grandma, Ellen White."

Charlie's grandmother looked Miley over, "Aren't you just the prettiest little thing."

Miley smiled brightly, "Thank you, it's so nice to meet you Mrs. White."

"Please, call me Ellen. Or 'grandma'. Sit children, sit." Ellen directed Miley and Charlie into flanking lawn chairs.

"So you're going to marry my favorite grandson?"

Charlie grinned at being the 'favorite'.

"I sure am." Miley replied. "He sort of swept me off my feet back in high school."

"Oh that's so sweet." Ellen smiled. "You know, Charlie's grandfather, God rest his soul, he was my high school sweetheart."

"Really? That's so cool." Miley grinned.

"Charlie, why don't you go get this beautiful young lady and I some lemonade? It's so warm out here today."

"Sure grandma." Charlie got up, "I'll be right back."

"You know..." Ellen leaned close to Miley when Charlie was out of earshot. "I remember you."

"You do?" Miley was confused. "But I don't think we've met?"

"Oh yes, I remember. You were in your school's play when you and Charlie were much younger."

Miley thought back, "I think it was my first year of middle school, but how did you know....?"

"Charlie's older brother was in the play too."

Miley suddenly remembered, "The Princess and the Frog." She smiled at the memory. "He was a tree."

"That was it." Ellen nodded, "I was in the audience with Charlie and his parents, and my grandson couldn't take his eyes off you every time you were on stage."

"Really?" Miley grinned and blushed. "Charlie?"

"Oh yes. When I asked him who you were Charlie said 'Grandma, that's Miley, she's the most beautiful princess in the world'." Ellen chuckled at the memory. "He was smitten."

Miley glanced over at Charlie with a stunned expression; he was pouring two glasses of lemonade and talking with someone who looked like she might be his aunt. "I can't believe you remember that. I was in the sixth grade..."

"I'll never forget it." Ellen recalled, "He was so cute, the way he'd get all quiet and stare at you."

"I never knew." Miley mused.

"He told me that he was going to marry a beautiful princess just like you, when he grew up. He was such a darling at that age." Ellen chuckled. "And look at the two of you now, such a beautiful young couple."

Miley looked towards Charlie again, suddenly feeling struck by fate.

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Brian yawned as he slowly stumbled down the stairs of his parent's duplex, thankful that it was Saturday and the fact that he was allowed to sleep in. Scanning the house he realized his parents had already left to do who-knows-what, so Brian wandered into the kitchen in a hunt for coffee.

Looking at the clock, Brian noticed it was already after noon and chuckled at his own laziness. His parents had already retrieved the mail and an envelope addressed to Brian was lying on the kitchen counter. Glancing over it, he noticed the return address was to 'Pow! Comics'. Forgetting all about coffee for the moment, Brian tore into the envelope and unfolded the letter inside.

Dear Mr. Schue and Mr. White,

We received your recent submission and wanted to inform you that we are interested

in your 'Captain Darkness' property and would like to meet with you both at your

earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

Sam Iverson

Submissions Editor - Pow! Comics

Brian thrust his fists up into the air, "Dude!"

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After meeting more relatives and mingling, Charlie and Miley finally got a chance to grab plates of food and sit at a picnic bench by themselves. Even though Miley was enjoying meeting Charlie's family, ever since talking with his grandmother she had been waiting to get him alone.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 15



"Charlie, I need to ask you something."

"Okay." Charlie said around a mouthful of cheesy potatoes

"Before we got together, how long did you have a crush on me?"

Charlie hadn't expected the question and squinted at Miley.

Miley looked right back, waiting for him to answer.

"Miley, everyone in high school had a crush on you. You were the most popular..."

"That's not what I mean." Miley interrupted. "All the boys in high school just wanted to get in my pants. I want to know when you started to really like me."

Charlie lifted a shrugging shoulder, obviously a little embarrassed.

"How long?" Miley pressed. "Come on Charlie, I want to know. We went to the same schools from sixth grade on, so when did you start to crush on me?

"Sixth grade." Charlie answered honestly

Miley let out a quick, stunned breath. Grandma Ellen had been right. "Charlie, we were eleven years old!"

"So?" Charlie wasn't sure where this was coming from, or where it was going.

"So you're telling me you've liked me for the better part of the last decade?" Miley asked, incredulous.

"I guess so?" Charlie replied.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I don't know." Charlie had temporarily forgotten about his lunch. "I guess I was pretty well-established as a nerd by the sixth grade, and you were the most beautiful girl at school. You were always the most beautiful girl at school. There was no way you would have gone out with me; you wouldn't have given me the time of day."

Miley wiped a tear from her eye, a little embarrassed that she was starting to cry. "Charlie... oh my god, I'm so sorry. Was I that much of a bitch back then?"

"I don't know, it's not like I knew you that well. We never talked." Charlie reached aside and laid a palm at Miley's back, "What's wrong, why are you upset?"

"I'm not; it's just so... so..." Miley slid over and pressed a sudden kiss to Charlie's lips, nibbling his lower lip between hers and giving it a little tug.

"What was that for?" Charlie asked, not that he minded.

"It's just so romantic." Miley wiped her cheek.

"It is?"

Miley nodded at him. "All that time you had a crush on me, and I just ignored you. But you waited for me."

"I'm not sure I was waiting, I hardly ever believed we'd actually end up together." Charlie smiled and rubbed Miley's back, "But either way, you were worth the wait."

"I love you." Miley sniffled. "And I love that you brought me here today, your grandma is so nice."

Charlie lifted a finger to wipe a tear off Miley's cheek. "I think she likes you, though she told me you need to fatten up before you have any children."

Miley breathed out a laugh and wiped her nose with a napkin. "Oh my god, that's so funny. This is really great. My family never does stuff like this, they're scattered all over."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"Charlie..." Miley gushed. "I can't believe you. You won our bet and could make me do anything you wanted. I thought you were going to make me do kinky stuff all day, and then you bring me here and totally surprise me. You are the most amazing, sweetest guy. I'm so lucky to have you."

Charlie grinned and kissed Miley's forehead. "We can still do kinky stuff tonight, right?"

Miley laughed, "Of course, silly. You're going to stay at my place tonight, right?"

Charlie nodded, then dug into his pocket where he found his cell phone buzzing. "Hang on, it's Brian... hey man, what's up?"

Miley leaned happily against Charlie's side and started to pick at her lunch.

"What?" Charlie asked suddenly into his phone. "Seriously?"

Miley glanced up to Charlie with concern, worried that something was wrong.

"Yeah, okay." Charlie nodded. "No, we're at a family reunion, but we can come over right after."

"What's wrong?" Miley asked as Charlie hung up his phone. "Is it Stacy?"

"Brian just got a letter from a major comic book publisher." Charlie stated, sounding as though he were in shock. "They liked 'Captain Darkness', and they want to meet with us."

"Oh my god!" Miley squealed, throwing her arms around Charlie's neck. "That's so awesome!"

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"How come I've never heard of Pow! Comics?" Miley asked from Brian's bed, sitting on its edge with her legs crossed as she looked over the submissions letter. She and Charlie had rushed to Brian's house as soon as the family reunion started dying down.

"They're the company that publishes 'Bicep Man'." Charlie replied.

Miley's face twisted, having never heard of Bicep Man. "Who?"

"You've never heard of Bicep Man?" Brian looked to Miley with disbelief.

"My heroes are Gucci and Ralph Lauren." Miley stated flatly.

Brian advised, "You should check out Bicep Man, it's a great book filled with really funny dry humor. In issue #4 he bench-presses a mountain; it's cool."

Miley rolled her eyes, handing the letter to aside to Charlie where he sat next to her in Brian's cluttered bedroom.

"Dude, their office is in Miami." Brian informed Charlie. "We can set up a meeting and drive down there; it only takes about seven and a half hours."

"We could make a weekend out of it." Charlie suggested.

Miley lit up. "I want to go! Miami Beach is smoking this time of year."

"We're not going on a vacation, Miley." Brian admonished. "This is business. We have to be ready to meet this submissions editor guy with a proposal... what's his name?"

Charlie glanced down at the letter in his hand. "Sam." he answered.

"Right, Sam." Brian nodded. "We've got to be ready to amaze this guy with concept art, and storyboard ideas."

Miley offered "I can help with that. I'm really good at proposals."

Brian squinted at Miley, "Since when?"

Miley frowned at Brian. "Honey, look at these stems." She pointed a finger at her tanned legs, crossed beneath the short skirt of her sundress.

Both Brain and Charlie looked.

"Pretend you're this Sam guy." Miley instructed. "You look at three proposals a week. Tell me, what is going to make a better impression, two more comic geeks in their Batman tee-shirts? Or a young brunette with hot legs?"

Charlie lifted an eyebrow, seeing the wisdom in Miley's argument. He looked to Brian, "My girl's got a point."

Miley smiled at Charlie.

"But you don't know anything about our comic!" Brian complained.

"It's just a proposal, Brian." Miley argued. "I'll look pretty, show them some artwork, and hit the major points. You guys will be there to answer the fine details."

Brian considered. "That's actually not a bad idea."

Miley clapped her hands lightly and beamed with excitement, "We're going to Miami!"

(edited by manda126)



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 16



PART 1 – One of a Kind

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Miley sat on the edge of her bed wearing nothing but a black tee shirt depicting the Incredible Hulk. The shirt was Charlie's, so it was overly large on her and fell down just past her butt. Miley liked sleeping in Charlie's shirts.

Charlie was already in the bed watching Miley rub lotion onto her sexy legs. "Your skin is so smooth," he commented, lying on his side with his head propped up on a bent elbow.

Miley smiled at the compliment, "It ought to be, I do this at least twice a day." Squeezing more lotion out, she lifted a leg and hooked her heel on the edge of the bed.

"You're so tan too. Look at me; I'm white as a ghost. I work too much."

Miley rubbed the lotion into her shapely ankle. "You should go to the tanning salon at the mall. You could do it on your lunch break, just use my account."

"I can pay for my own tanning." Charlie hated it when Miley paid for everything. She was always paying when they went out on dates and often bought him new clothes. Charlie had to save as much as he could for college; his parents weren't nearly as wealthy as Miley's father, who provided her with everything. She didn't even have a job.

"I know you can." Miley looked to Charlie over her shoulder. "But we're engaged, what's mine is yours."

"Your father's, you mean."

"Don't be jealous." Miley turned her attention back to her legs. "Daddy and I have a deal. He pays the bills, I get straight-As. I worked really hard last year to get good grades, Charlie."

"I'm sorry." Charlie lay back on the bed. "I just wish I made more money."

"You will, baby. We're gonna go to Miami and you're going to get a big fat contract to make your comic."

Charlie laughed, "Comic book writers don't make that much money, at least, not when they're starting out."

"That's okay. I'm going to become a rich and famous fashion designer, so I can be your sugar mama."

Charlie snorted, "But you're a business major."

"Right," Miley nodded. "I already know fashion; I only need to learn the business part."

"And if that doesn't work out you have a promising future as a phone sex operator."

"Charlie!" Miley burst into giggles as Charlie began tickling her sides. Abandoning her legs, she squirmed and flopped into bed beside him. "I only talk dirty for you."

Charlie lifted the covers so Miley could slip into bed next to him. "And you do it so well."

"I had a great day today." Miley stretched her body out against Charlie's and slipped an arm about his bare torso. "I loved meeting your family."

"The day's not over yet," Charlie reminded. "Technically, you're still my slave for two more hours."

Miley kissed his hairless chest, "Mmm. I guess you better make the most of it."

"You'd do anything I wanted?"

"Of course," Miley assured him, moving to kiss Charlie's shoulder. Then she whispered in his ear, "I'd even let you fuck me in the ass again."

Charlie exhaled at Miley's sexy tone, suddenly very aroused.

"Is that what you want?" Miley teased, nibbling on Charlie's earlobe. She began to slide her silky smooth leg against Charlie's thigh. "Do you like the thought of sticking that humungous thing between your legs up my butt?"

"Yes," was Charlie's whispered reply.

Miley grinned having already known Charlie's answer. "Okay, but you have to wait here while I go clean myself out."

Charlie's brows narrowed as Miley crawled out of bed, "What do you mean?"

"I can't have you sticking your thing inside a dirty butt hole," Miley replied casually.

"What are you going to do?" Charlie wondered.

"I figured we'd be trying this again some day, I have an enema in the bathroom."

"No shit? Do you want me to help?" Charlie sounded curious.

"No, ew!" Miley shook her head, "It's gross. Just wait here; I'll only be a couple of minutes."

Charlie watched as Miley disappeared into the hallway towards her bathroom. Her casual demeanor regarding all things sexual continually amazed him. How many girls think to have an enema around in case their boyfriend's wanted to have anal sex? Not many, Charlie knew.

As he lay in bed waiting, Charlie thought back to some of the sexual escapades he and Miley had gotten into since hooking up. They'd had sex in a parked car, limousine, department store changing room, even a sandy beach. More often than not, Miley was the aggressor in each instance. She was the most sexual creature Charlie could imagine, and he loved everything about her.

When Miley returned she was naked, and a shiver emanated from her enticing body. "Oh my god that felt so freaky."

Charlie laughed as she moved to the bedside stand, "You're amazing, you know that?"

Miley retrieved a bottle of lube from the drawer. "I know," she replied with a wink. "But I'm curious why you think so?"

"Our sex life. You're so cavalier about things most other girls would be embarrassed about."

"What's to be embarrassed about?" Miley crawled back onto the bed and peeled the covers off Charlie. "I love our kinky sex life, and orgasms are awesome."

"They are awesome." Charlie agreed.

Kneeling beside Charlie, with her legs curled beneath her, Miley cupped a palm and squirted some lube out. "I'm going to get your dick really hard and slick before you stick it in me."

Charlie swallowed as Miley's hand gripped his soft member, "Okay."

"Are you going to cum inside me?" Miley started to rub the lubricant over Charlie's length, which was starting to stir and thicken. "Or are you going to pull out and shoot it on my body?"

"Um..." Charlie was quickly growing aroused, both by Miley's attentive hand as well as her words. "To be honest I hadn't really thought about it."

"If you cum inside me don't be too deep, otherwise I'll never get your goo out and you'll be leaking out of me all night."

"And if I pull out?" Charlie wondered.

"Try not to get it into my hair? I just washed it."

Charlie chuckled, "Anything else I should be worried about?"

Miley grinned back at him, "Yeah, try not to split me in half with this gigantic cock of yours."

"I'll see what I can do," Charlie replied.

Miley squeezed out a long bead of lube along Charlie's soft underside and then began to spread it all over his erection. Soon, her whole arm was pumping as she masturbated him. "Will you spank me, too? That always makes me feel slutty. Like I'm nothing but your naughty fuck-piece. It turns me on."

"Miley..." Charlie murmured.

Miley continued to stroke him, "And grab my tits. God Charlie, that's so hot when you're fucking me doggy style and you reach around to squeeze my tits."

"Miley...!" Charlie grunted more urgently.

Slick sounds echoed through Miley's bedroom as she worked Charlie's shaft; she had it slimy with a thorough coating of the lubricant, "Yeah?"

Charlie's voice was dripping with arousal, "You're going to make me cum."

"Oh!" Miley giggled and immediately stopped. "Sorry. I guess you're ready." She hopped up off the bed for a moment to clean her hands off with a towel. Returning, Miley got onto all fours and wiggled her naked bottom enticingly.

Charlie rose to kneel behind her, spreading Miley's as cheeks and revealing her puckered hole. Taking his cock in hand, he aimed the head of it and began to press forward.

"Easy baby," Miley warned over her shoulder.

Charlie nodded, slowly increasing the pressure until his cock head popped past Miley's anal ring.

"Oh fuck," Miley winced, spreading her legs to accommodate him.

The hard part was over and Charlie groaned at the tightness that suddenly surrounded him. The lubricant made it easy for him to slide a significant portion of his length into Miley's ass.

"God damn, Charlie. You're so fucking big." Miley's breath became labored as she felt the massive intrusion suddenly filling her passage.

"It feels really good, you're so tight." Charlie pulled back with his hips, sliding his cock out until the ridge of his head caught against the rim of Miley's entrance. Then he slowly slid the bulk of his length back into her.

"Oh my god!" Miley gasped, planting her hands on the bed front of her for support. "Do that again," she begged.

Charlie repeated the motion, working his cock even deeper.

A muffled sound escaped Miley's throat as she felt Charlie's cock reach unprecedented depths.

Charlie increased his pace, sliding his cock in and out while developing a steady rhythm.

Miley let out a sharp gasping moan every time she felt Charlie's cock plunge back into her. "Oh baby, you're fucking my ass so good."

Charlie slapped his palm against Miley's ass cheek.

"Oh!"

He did it again, harder than before.

"Oh! Oh god Charlie, spank me. Make me feel dirty." Miley laid the side of her face against the bed but kept her butt held high. Reaching between her legs, she started masturbating.

Charlie swatted her ass several times with sharp slaps of his palm.

"Uh!" Miley gasped with each strike. "That's it, spank your naughty girl. I'm such a filthy slut for letting you fuck me in the ass."

Charlie spanked her several more times until Miley's ass turned pink. Then he kneaded his hands into the flesh of her butt cheeks, squeezing and groping. His hips humped into her with force, the lubrication making everything slide within Miley smoothly. "This is so hot, babe. Oh fuck, your ass feels good!"

With her bottom stuck up into the air, her ass filled with cock, and her fingers dancing against her clit, Miley soon became a quivering mess. She moaned loudly as a swift and unexpected orgasm flooded her entire body with a warm tingling sensation that intensified the friction she experienced from Charlie's fucking. When she felt Charlie's hands grip her boobs it was like an electric charge flowed between them and her clitoris.

Charlie rutted against Miley's backside like a humping animal, grunting loudly as he pulled and squeezed her little breasts. He felt her nipples stiffen against his palms until they were like little buttons of stone.

Miley was gasping in delight as her orgasm continued like a steady electrical charge, "You big fucking bastard... oh my god, Charlie, this is so dirty... am I taking your cock like a good little slut should?"

Charlie was I issuing sharp exhalations with every thrust. "Y-yes."

"Am I taking it all?" Miley looked over her shoulder with glazed eyes. "Do I have your whole cock in me?"

"A-almost," Charlie gasped, staving back his orgasm.

"I want it all," Miley begged with urgency. "Go deeper... I need your whole length..."

Charlie slowed his next thrust, pushing with his hips so that his shaft disappeared within Miley.

"OH FUCK!" Miley screamed, "Oh my god... Charlie, you're so deep...!"

"I'm gonna cum." Charlie announced, feeling Miley's asshole clench around his erection. "Miley, oh fuck, baby I'm going to cum...!"

"Charlie, no! Not so deep!" Miley warned.

But it was too late. Charlie shuddered and his cock heaved against the immaculate tightness of Miley's surrounding passage. He would have pulled out had there been more time but his orgasm arrived faster than he could anticipate, so he simply bucked his hips against Miley's ass and deposited his sperm deeply within her.

Miley could feel the warm sticky mess erupt within her. "Oh fuck...! Cum for me baby, oh my god I can feel it."

The two teens became as still as statues, Charlie bent over the kneeling Miley, as soon as his orgasm subsided. Their heated breath was the only sound in the room until Miley finally giggled softly, "You were so deep, I'm going to be shitting out your little babies for a week."

Charlie slid his cock back, causing Miley to shiver, until his head popped out and free. "I'm sorry, that felt so good I couldn't help myself."

"It's okay," Miley replied, rolling to her side and looking up at Charlie with warm blue eyes. "It was totally worth it to get my ass properly fucked."

Charlie grinned and shook his head in disbelief. "You're one of a kind, you know that?"



PART 2 - Monday

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"Who are you texting?" Stacy asked, watching Brian's blur-like thumbs work over the slide-out keypad of his phone.

"Sam," Brian replied distractedly. The young couple was seated at an outdoor table at a bistro near where Brian worked waiting for their lunch. The two often met up during Brian's lunch break, though usually it was at Stacy's house to make love while her parents were away at work.

"Who's Sam?" Stacy wanted to know.

"The submissions editor for Pow! Comics, I'm setting up a meeting for Friday in Miami."

"Oh yeah," Stacy recalled. "Miley told me about that, she was all excited about going with you guys."

Brian glanced up from his phone, sensing a little jealousy in Stacy's voice. "Do you want to come with? We're making a weekend out of it and it'd be awesome to have you there."

Stacy sighed, "I can't. I have a doctor's appointment on Friday. I was actually hoping you'd be there, they're doing an ultrasound."

Brian looked guilty, "Couldn't you re-schedule?"

Stacy shook her head, "It's fine. You guys are going to be in Miami for the weekend... you'll want to party. I'd just slow you down."

Brian frowned, "You know, you don't have to put your whole life on hold for this baby."

"Yes I do," Stacy countered, "And I'm not putting anything on hold, my life is changing. I'm a mother now, and I will be for the rest of my life."

"Does that mean you have to stop having fun and hanging out with your friends? You wouldn't slow us down, Stace. Miley and Charlie would want you to come."

"Miley and Charlie live in a fantasy land." Stacy reached for her glass of water, "Especially Miley; she doesn't have to worry about things like money or doctor appointments. Her primary concern is how often she's getting laid by her perfect boyfriend."

Brian squinted at the irritation in Stacy's voice, wondering where her words were coming from. "How can you say that? Miley is your best friend, she loves you."

"I know, I'm just...." Stacy closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay?"

Brian wisely kept his mouth shut as a waiter delivered their lunch. He silently hoped Stacy was merely being hormonal due to the pregnancy.

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Charlie exhaled loudly as he drove, glad to be off work. He hated Mondays, as it was the furthest point from his next day off. At least he had convinced Chip and Theo, his fellow co-workers, to cover for him on Friday and Saturday so that he could make the trip to Miami.

As Charlie pulled into his parent's driveway there was a car there he didn't recognize. His parents didn't get home from their jobs until later, and no one was near the car or outside the house. Charlie wondered whose car it could be? After parking his own vehicle and climbing the front steps, Charlie found the house door unlocked and began to get nervous. His parents hadn't mentioned any inbound company.

"Hello," Charlie called, stepping into the house foyer. "Who's here?"

That's when a familiar face appeared from the kitchen, "Hey little brother."

"Edward!" Charlie grinned. He quickly moved towards his sibling and the two clasped in a manly embrace. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Charlie hadn't seen Edward, his older brother by a year, since the summer before he left for Brown. Edward went to school at the University of Georgia and had decided to stay there for the summer after finding a good job. He looked great, Charlie thought, as usual. Edward had always been the athletic one of the two, a high school athlete.

"I took some time off work and thought I'd come home to check up on you," Edward replied.

"That's awesome," Charlie grinned. "It's great to see you, man. But how come you didn't call and let me know? Do mom and dad know?"

Edward shook his head, "I wanted to surprise them, I just got in this morning but the house was already empty. Are you a working man now?"

"Uh, yeah," Charlie answered. "I work at the mall, in a comic book store."

Edward laughed, "You're such a geek."

Charlie grinned. He didn't take insult at Edward's comment, because he knew it was just good-natured ribbing. Edward had been one of the popular crowds back in their school days, but he had always stuck up for Charlie when other kids were picking on him.

"How long are you in town for?" Charlie wondered.

"Only a week."

"That's great; I can't wait to catch up."

The brothers meandered into the kitchen. Edward had already raided the fridge and was working on a sandwich, and Charlie hunted for a soda.

"So what's new?" Edward inquired. "Mom told me you got engaged?"

"Yeah," Charlie grinned happily. "Miley and I haven't set a date or anything yet, but we got engaged this summer."

"Unbelievable," Edward acted shocked. "Miley fucking Andrews. The hottest girl in our high school, and my nerdy little brother landed her. Congratulations man."

Charlie sat down at the kitchen table with Edward, snapping open a can of cola, "Thanks."

"You know, even though she was a grade below us, all the guys in my class had a crush on Miley Andrews. My old buddies are never going to believe you two are engaged."

Charlie replied, "Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself."

"I'd love to see her," Edward said. "She hasn't ballooned up or anything has she?"

Charlie laughed at his brother's bluntness, a trait Edward had since they were young. "No, she's still the same size. She and I were going to meet tonight for pizza if you want to come?"

"I can't wait," Edward smiled.

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Miley parked her BWM and shut off the key. Flopping the sun visor down, she checked her make-up and hair in the little mirror located there. Even though she was only meeting Charlie at the local arcade/pizza joint, which was an extremely casual place, Miley wanted to look beautiful for him.

Her make-up and curls looked in order, so Miley snatched up her dainty purse and trotted through the parking lot towards the arcade. There were several teenage boys loitering around and Miley turned all of their heads wearing a skimpy tank-top, summer short-shorts, and clicky heels. Miley paid them no heed; she didn't dress sexy for other boys anymore, she dressed sexy for her man.

"Damn," Edward said as Miley came through the door. He and Charlie had arrived early and had already claimed a booth table.

Miley didn't recognize Edward at first, approaching their table, as she hadn't seen Charlie's older brother since her junior year. "Charlie...?" she wondered aloud.

"Hey hon," Charlie greeted. "You remember my brother, right?"

"Oh my god!" Miley beamed, sliding into the booth next to Charlie and across from his brother. "Edward? I haven't seen you in like two years."

"Miley Andrews," Edward smiled. "You look even more beautiful than you did in high school."

Miley bit her lower lip and blushed, "You're home from school?"

"Just visiting for a week, thought I'd come make sure Charlie here was doing okay. But from the looks of things he's doing just fine."

"You're such a flirt, oh my god," Miley smiled.

"Unfortunately my charm never worked on you," Edward teased.

"Whatever." Miley rolled her eyes, "It certainly worked on all the other girls in school. I just didn't want to be another one of your conquests."

Charlie quietly listened to the easy banter between his two companions and was reminded that they both had been members of their high school's popular elite, a group he had never known. It wasn't that Charlie was bothered by it, but ever since graduation it had sometimes become easy to forget that he had been an outcast for most of his life.

"Are you still hanging out with Stacy?" Edward wanted to know.

"Of course," Miley answered. "We're still best friends."

"You should have invited her along. If I remember, she was almost as foxy as you."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 16



"You're too late," Miley grinned. "Would you believe she's pregnant?"

"No way. Who's the guy?"

"Brian," Charlie answered.

"You're shitting me." Edward looked to his brother, "Your buddy? Chubby Brian?"

Charlie said, "Yeah, though he's not chubby anymore."

"What in the hell happened to the hot girls in this town? They're all falling for dorks!"

"Charlie and Brian aren't dorks!" Miley got defensive.

"He's just kidding," Charlie assured Miley.

"Yeah," Edward nodded. "I'm just teasing. Still, who could have seen that coming?"

"At least they didn't hook up with skanks like Darla," Miley fired right back.

"Ouch," Edward winced, remembering the period he had dated their high school's loosest conquest.

Charlie looked amused, "She's got you there, big brother."

"I think we better order," Edward suddenly suggested in an attempt to change the subject.

"No anchovies," seemed to be Miley's only stipulation.

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After they shared a pizza Edward spotted a few of his old high school chums and had moved to greet them, leaving Charlie and Miley alone at the table.

"It's totally cool to see your brother, huh?" Miley reached for her soda, sucking some through a straw.

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. "You two seemed pretty familiar; I didn't know you guys had been friends back in high school?"

"We weren't," Miley clarified. "We just hung in the same crowd, you know?"

Charlie nodded quietly.

Miley grinned, "You're not jealous are you? Because you know I only have eyes for you, baby."

Charlie's lips formed a slight smile, "No, it's just that I always was a little jealous of Edward's popularity. He never rubbed it in my face or anything, and he always looked out for me, but I still felt excluded a lot."

Miley leaned towards Charlie, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "That was a long time ago. And look at you now, getting smooched by the prom queen."

Charlie whispered, "I love you, you know that?"

"Not only do I know it, I live for it." Miley bit her lip, staring into Charlie's eyes. "You're everything to me, Charlie White. You're my whole world."

The two kissed again, this time the embrace was a lingering and passionate thing.

"Oh for crying out loud," Edward suddenly interrupted.

Miley and Charlie broke their kiss, looking up to Edward with a tint of blush coloring their cheeks.

"I'm going to catch a ride home with these guys," Edward threw a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a group of his old friends. "But by the looks of things you two will be just fine without me."

Charlie nodded, "Let's catch up tomorrow, just the two of us?"

"You're on," Edward agreed.

Miley slipped her arms around Charlie's neck, "Does that mean you'll stay at my place tonight?"

"I can't wait," Charlie replied.

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Stacy stared intently at her computer screen, her hand shaking as she slowly worked the mouse. So absorbed was she that she didn't hear a knock on the door downstairs, or her parents greeting the arrival, or the sound of someone climbing the steps towards her bedroom. So she was taken completely by surprise when the door opened and Stacy turned around with a gasp to see Brian.

"Whoa, sorry. Should have knocked."

"Jeezus Brian, you startled me," Stacy took a deep breath.

"You weren't looking at porn, were you?" Brian joked.

Stacy suddenly turned back to her computer screen, "Um... no."

Brian squinted towards the computer, seeing what it was Stacy was looking at. "Adoption services?"

Stacy quickly closed her web browser with a click of her mouse.

"Stace, what's going on?" Brian approached. "Are you thinking about giving the baby up?"

"No," Stacy quickly shook her head. "No, I was just... I don't know."

"Are you okay?" Brian put his hand to her shoulder.

"No," came Stacy's meek reply. She was near tears.

Brian squatted beside Stacy's desk chair, "What's wrong? Talk to me."

Stacy let out a heavy breath, closing her eyes in attempt to fight back the water-works. "I've just been thinking about what we talked about at lunch today, about becoming a mother and everything I'm going to sacrifice. Like, being young and having fun. But then I think about how selfish that sounds, and I feel so guilty."

"I don't think it has to be like that," Brian said, rubbing Stacy's shoulder.

"You don't?" Stacy turned, having lost the battle; droplets descended rapidly down her cheeks.

Brian shook his head, "For the first few months maybe. But before long the baby will be off breastfeeding and our parents are going to be fighting over baby-sitting duties."

Stacy grinned with a sniffle.

"We'll be able to let the grandparents handle things once in a while so that we have time to be young and have fun," Brian said. "And even if our lives are over, at least we'll have each other. And I bet we won't miss it all that much; we'll have this totally awesome baby that we're in love with."

"You really want to have this baby with me?" Stacy asked.

"Of course," Brian answered.

"You're not scared?"

"I'm scared shitless."

Stacy breathed out a laugh.

Brian continued, "But I know I'll have you, and our parents, and our friends, and eventually it won't be scary anymore."

Stacy smiled, touched by Brian's words. She looked him square in the eyes, tears still falling from her own, and blurted, "I want to get married."

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Charlie sat at Miley's bedroom desk, surfing her laptop and checking emails, as Miley was in the bathroom doing whatever it was women spent hours in the bathroom doing. He ginned broadly as several emails from Brian waited within his inbox, all of them with file attachments. Brian often sent Charlie amusing photos and videos, or pictures of attractive women. The first email Charlie opened was the latter; a gorgeous blonde with rather magnificent breasts.

"Are you looking at porn on my computer again?" Miley appeared from the hallway, once again adorned in one of Charlie's tee shirts and a pair of panties.

"Brian sent me some pictures," Charlie replied, unashamed. "I am giving them their due attention."

Miley rolled her eyes, "Boys."

Charlie opened the next email, pulling up a picture of a statuesque brunette standing naked. The woman had large natural breasts and was standing in a pose clearly designed to show them off.

Miley peered over Charlie's shoulder to see exactly what her man was ogling. "Wow, she has like... the perfect body." 

"Yeah she's pretty hot," Charlie commented.

"Do you like her big tits?" Miley wondered, jealous of the model's chest.

"Um..." Charlie knew the question was a no-win trap.

Miley snorted, "Of course you do; all guys like big boobs."

"My experience is rather limited."

"Hm?" Miley was still staring at the picture.

"I've only had my hands on two sets," Charlie said.

"Two?" Miley suddenly wondered.

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Yours and Stacy's."

Miley immediately grinned, "Oh yeah, after prom. Stace has nice ones. I've always been jealous of her big boobs. She's had them since the seventh grade, too."

Charlie clicked the mouse a few times, opening up Brian's next email and revealing a petite brunette with breasts far too large for her frame.

Miley was still hovering over Charlie's shoulder, and asked "What about her? Do you like her tits?"

"Obvious implants," Charlie said. "But... yeah, they're nice."

Miley reached around Charlie, her hand sliding down his tee shirt and slipping beneath the loose waist of his jeans. "Do you ever jerk off when Brian sends you these naughty photos of pretty girls?"

Charlie had grown completely comfortable with Miley, and honesty wasn't an issue with them, especially about sex. He had no problem admitting, "I used to."

"Not anymore?" Miley's hand found Charlie's limp penis hiding under his boxers and took firm hold of it.

"Not since we got back together," Charlie clarified.

Miley smiled softly at that. "Unbutton your jeans," she said, removing her hand and moving to retrieve a bottle of hand lotion. Charlie did as she desired, unfastening his jeans and pushing them down his legs.

Miley returned to Charlie's shoulder with a palm full of lotion and once again reached around him, smearing the cool lubricant over his now semi-erect cock. "Did you do it in your dorm room at Brown?"

"Yeah," Charlie admitted in a throaty tone.

"I bet it was late at night," Miley whispered seductively. "You were all alone, studying like a good boy, when all the sudden your computer dinged, signaling you've got mail. You check to see who emailed you and.... oops! What's this? Your best friend sent you a bunch of nudie pictures! Naughty boys..."

Charlie relaxed back into Miley's desk chair as she slowly masturbated him and whispered in his ear. It didn't take long before he was fully erect in her slick hand.

Miley continued, "I bet you couldn't help it, could you Charlie? One look at that girl's hot tits and you pushed your pants down, needing to relieve the stiffness growing in your pants. Look at her Charlie, she's so sexy."

Charlie gazed at the brunette adorning Miley's laptop screen.

"You took your big cock in hand, and probably thought about sticking it between her big titties, didn't you?" Miley teased a gentle grip up and down the length of Charlie's shaft, scraping her nails up the soft underside. "Do you want to slide your cock between her tits, Charlie? I bet you do. You want to give her a good tit-fucking, and then decorate her throat with your pearl necklace."

Charlie was quickly growing excited by Miley's dirty talk. Her voice was almost hypnotizing as she spoke softly right next to his ear.

"Filthy boy," Miley continued to slowly masturbate him, her hand gliding against Charlie's erection with a grip meant only to keep it in a state of arousal. "Jerking off to pictures of strange women, thinking about rubbing your big nasty cock all over their sexy bodies. Is that what you did Charlie? Did you touch yourself while you fantasized about grabbing her big tits and pushing them around your cock?"

Charlie moaned and nodded, still looking at the picture, his head swirling from Miley's verbal assault.

"It must have been obscene, you sitting there pumping your cock like a horny pervert. How far did your cum shoot up when you thought about spraying your filthy stuff all over her beautiful body?"

"Oh god," Charlie groaned as Miley increased the pace of her hand, now stroking him with earnest.

"Did it hit your chest?" Miley wondered, cooing into Charlie's ear. "Or did your cum fly straight up into the air, then splatter down all over you and your chair. Did you get it on your keyboard? Huh baby? Did you make a big mess when you thought about shooting your hot load all over her pretty nipples?"

"Oh god, Miley...!" Charlie grunted, signaling that he was close to orgasm.

"Come on baby, show me." Miley gripped Charlie in her fist tightly, beating him off with firm and fast motions, "Show me how much you came when you jerked off to your naughty pornography."

Charlie's shaft grew as firm as concrete in Miley's hand. It pulsed several times, heralding the arrival of his orgasm, then heaved as Charlie's semen flew straight up into the air. A big dollop of it fired straight up, and then fell back down to a splat on Charlie's thigh. Miley watched with rapt interest, like it was occurring in slow motion, and a second wad of the thick pearly fluid was ejected, though it didn't go quite as high.

Charlie's hips bucked and he groaned with pleasure while Miley continued to beat him off. She didn't relent in her masturbation of him until there was nothing left but a slow trickle of cum flowing from the tip of Charlie's cock.

Miley giggled at the mess, kissing Charlie's ear. "Look at it all, baby. You came so good, I'm proud of you."

"Jesus," was all Charlie could say, breathing heavily from the ordeal.

Miley bit her lip, peering over Charlie's shoulder and scooping up some of his thick semen with the tips of her fingers. She commented, rather analytically, "It's really gooey tonight, usually your stuff isn't this thick."

Charlie turned and watched as Miley lifted her fingers and licked a little of his fluid onto her tongue, tasting it between her lips. She smiled, noticing his interest, and then offered her fingers to him. Without even thinking about it, Charlie stuck his tongue out and let Miley wipe a drop of his own cum onto it.

Miley asked, "How does it taste, big guy?"

Charlie made a sour face, "Not very good."

Miley giggled, "You get used to it."

"Can I ask you something?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded, moving to find a towel. "Anything."

"It doesn't make you jealous, knowing that I would masturbate to pictures like this?"

"No, of course not." Miley wiped her hand off, cleaning it of excess lotion and seminal fluid, "You're a boy. All boys play with their things."

Charlie took the towel from Miley and began cleaning himself up as well. "I think most other girls are bothered by it."

"By boys jerking off?" Miley sounded incredulous. "Whatever. I think it's kind of hot, watching a guy masturbate. By the way, getting you off has me all wet. Do you think you could get it up again after a while and fuck me?"

Charlie could only grin.



PART 3 –

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"She proposed to you?" Charlie asked into his cell phone. He was on his lunch break, sitting in the mall's food court talking to Brian who was also at lunch. "What did you say?"

"I totally freaked out dude," Brian said. "I mean, there I was telling her how much I wanted to be with her and have a baby, but when she told me she wanted to get married I totally froze and my life flashed before my eyes."

Charlie stirred a fork into his rice bowl, completely distracted from his lunch by the Brian-Stacy gossip. "But didn't you already propose to her?"

"Only out of obligation!" Brian sounded frantic. "This was different; you should have seen the way she was looking at me with those tear-filled eyes, dude. I can't handle crying girls, and it seems like Stacy's always crying lately! Plus, one minute she was looking at adoption websites, and the next minute she's proposing. It's like an emotional roller coaster every day with her, and I'm not sure I can handle the swings."

Charlie listened to his friend closely, trying to fathom how he could be of any help. "You should talk to Miley."

"What? You're my best friend, dude. You're supposed to have some advice for me, even if it's bad."

"Miley's good at this stuff, I don't know what to tell you." Charlie paused to drink some of his soda, "Do you love her?"

"I think so."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think so." Brian wanted to know, "How does a person know for sure if they're in love or not?"

Charlie managed to squeeze a bite in, "Um, well, try this: close your eyes."

"Close my eyes?"

"Oh, uh... you're not driving are you?"

"No I'm in the cafeteria."

"Then just close your damn eyes," Charlie commanded.

"All right, all right. They're closed."

"Now picture yourself in twenty years. Imagine what kind of job you have, and the kind of car you'd like to drive home in. Try to picture in your mind the home you drive to, and all the stuff you have in it."

"Okay, I've got it."

Charlie asked, "Is Stacy there?"

There was only silence on the other end of the phone. Then, "Shit."

"She wasn't there?" Charlie surmised.

"No," Brian said. "I end up getting a really cool convertible though."

Charlie rolled his eyes.

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Miley opened her apartment door to find Stacy standing with red puffy eyes and holding a pizza box. "Uh oh."

"I brought lunch," Stacy said. "And all my problems. Can I come in and dump?"

Miley stepped aside so Stacy could enter, "Of course sweetie. Is it Brian?"

Stacy nodded, laying the pizza on Miley's coffee table. The scent of freshly baked pepperoni quickly filled the apartment.

"What happened? I thought things were finally going good with you guys?"

Stacy flopped herself onto the couch, "I told him I wanted to get married."

Miley's eyes widened.

"He totally froze," Stacy described. "You should have seen him, Miley. I mean, one minute he's being this super-awesome guy and telling me how everything is going to be okay with the baby, and my life. But when I bring up marriage he totally spaces out and looks like I'm asking him to sit in an electric chair."

"Oh no." Miley sat down next to her best friend, putting a comforting arm around Stacy's shoulders, "Boys can be so dense sometimes."

Stacy leaned her head against Miley's shoulder, "I was really starting to think he was the right guy, you know? But after last night I can tell he's not ready for commitment."

Miley suggested, "Maybe you just surprised him?"

Stacy shook her head and sniffled.

"Are you sure? Most guys aren't really expecting to get proposed to by a girl. They like to be the ones who do the proposing."

"He already proposed," Stacy complained. "Or tried to. I was just finally agreeing. Oh my god, I am totally going to end up alone and a single-mother for the rest of my life."

"You are not," Miley declared. "You're blonde, gorgeous, and you have big boobs. Those three things alone put you on every guy's radar." Then she clarified, "Well, the straight ones at least."

Stacy snorted out a derisive laugh, leaning to reach for a tissue.

Miley asked, "Do you want me to talk to him? Maybe I could find out what he's thinking."

Stacy shook her head, "No way, he'd know I sent you. I don't want to seem desperate."

Miley frowned, "Stace, you have to stop playing games with him."

Stacy squinted at Miley after wiping her nose. "What do you mean?"

"If you really care about him, you have to quit worrying about who is putting up the better front. You guys either want to be together or you don't."

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" Stacy sounded irritated.

"I'm not on anybody's side," Miley declared.

"It's not like you're one to talk, Miley. I remember a time when there was a new disaster between you and Charlie on a daily basis."

"Well, maybe we've grown up since then."

"Oh whatever!" Stacy barked. "You're such a hypocrite, Miley. God!"

"I am not! Charlie and I may have had our drama, but we never played silly games. We've always been up-front about how we felt towards each other."

"Oh yeah?" Stacy challenged, "Then what was Brett? Huh?"

Miley gasped, as though her feminine honor had just been insulted. "That doesn't count! Charlie and I were broken up."

Stacy stood, folding her arms across her chest. "So you weren't 'playing games' by dating Brett to make Charlie jealous?"

Miley stood and faced Stacy, her easily-ignited temper flaring. "What. Ever. So what would you call going out on a date with Adrian when you have Brian's bun in your oven?"

Stacy fumed, "That's not fair! I was really confused about what I wanted; I wasn't trying to make Brian jealous!"

"So you admit that you're a total slut?" Miley glared.

It was Stacy's turn to gasp. "Look who's talking! You're like a complete bitch in heat any time you even think about that big-dicked boyfriend of yours!"

"You leave Charlie out of this!"

"Oh get over yourself Miley. You think you and Charlie are so perfect. How many times did I listen to you groan on about your various stupid dramas with Charlie, and never once did I throw it back in your face. You even accused me of sleeping with him that one time, but I still had your back. How come whenever something's going on between Brian and me, I'm always the bad guy?"

"It's not my fault you're so back-and-forth with Brian, it's no wonder he's so confused. The poor guy probably has whiplash."

"You are such a bitch!"

"Whatever, slut!"

Stacy clenched her fists and issued an exasperated growl, "I don't even know why I came over here, or how an insensitive cow like you ever became my best friend!" She stalked towards the apartment door.




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"You forgot your stupid lunch, I had pizza last night!" Miley yelled after her.

"I hope you choke on it!" Stacy slammed the door shut behind her.

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Chip looked ready to fall asleep at the front register of 'The House of Spandex', but immediately perked up as soon as Miley walked into the store. Miley was dressed simply in a pair of cut-off shorts, a white tank, and tennis shoes. She had pulled her wavy curls back into a pony tail and wasn't wearing any make-up. Despite this, Chip thought she was a devastating knock-out.

"Uh, hi Miley."

"Hey Chip," Miley greeted. "Is Charlie around? I need to talk to him."

Chip pointed, "Him and Theo are in the back."

"Thanks doll." Miley quickly moved through the rows of comics and paperback books.

"Green Lantern is so stupid," Theo was telling Charlie while the two co-workers priced back-issues in the small stock room of the comic book store.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"Well, there's like three thousand of these guys, right? And they've divided the universe into sectors. Only three thousand guys to guard and protect the whole universe? Each one would have a billion galaxies to cover, and each of those galaxies would have a few billion solar systems.... it's ludicrous."

Charlie laughed. "It's just a comic book, Theo."

"Yeah, a really stupid one."

"You should try reading the stuff where Hal Jordan and Green Arrow team-up, it's-"

"Charlie!"

Charlie glanced up from his work as the stock room door flew open, "Miley?"

"Hey Miley," Theo chirped.

Charlie saw Miley's expression, noticing she was clearly upset about something. "What's wrong, are you okay?"

"No!" Miley whined. "Stacy came over and we had this huge fight and I ate half of a pepperoni pizza and I feel like a bloated cow and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down," Charlie urged as Miley dashed into his arms. "Does this have anything to do with Brian flaking out on her?"

Miley looked up at Charlie, "You know about that?"

"Yeah, he called me today at lunch."

"She accused me of taking Brian's side, and never having her back. Can you believe that?"

"Um..." Charlie wasn't sure what to say. He looked to Theo, who only shrugged.

"I'm sorry baby; I didn't mean to disrupt you at work."

"It's okay, we're not that busy."

"I think you should just apologize," Theo suddenly said.

Miley turned to regard Theo with a quizzical expression.

Theo clarified, "Usually in these situations both parties feel guilty about what was said, and once one steps forward and apologizes the other person does as well. Then everyone hugs and makes up."

Miley stared at Theo.

Theo lifted a shoulder, clarifying, "I mean, that's how it usually happens on TV."

Charlie cracked a smile. "Actually, that makes sense."

"I'm not apologizing to that bitch," Miley declared.

"Why don't you try to forget about it?" Charlie suggested. "We leave for Miami in a couple of days, by the time we get back it'll probably all blow over; you and Stace will have forgotten what it is you even fought about."

"Maybe," Miley nodded.

"It's so cool that you're going to Miami and meeting with Pow! Comics," Theo said.

"I know, right?" Miley replied. "That's exactly what I need, too. A weekend of beaches and room service, I can't wait."

"Me too," Charlie agreed.

"You still hanging out with your brother tonight?" Miley asked.

"Yeah."

"Come over after?" Miley teased, "I know exactly what will make me forget about my fight with Stacy."

Theo sighed and shook his head as Miley and Charlie kissed, "I need a girlfriend."



(Next: Miami)

[Edited by: manda126]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 17



PART 1 -- South Beach

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The mid-day streets of downtown Miami were bustling from the Friday lunch hour, with suits flooding the sidewalks and the honking of taxicabs echoing in every direction. When Brian angrily spit out of a tall office building through a revolving door it was into a crowd of people; the passers-by gave the nineteen year-old a wide berth as he growled loudly in frustration and ripped a tie from around his neck. He threw it to the concrete ground with as much strength as he could muster, and then turned to face Charlie and Miley as they came through the door's next rotation.

"Can you believe that crap?" Brian asked of his friends.

Miley tried to calm him. "Brian, you need to relax-"

"My backgrounds need work?" Brian interrupted. "The writing is cliché?!? They basically shit on our entire project, Miley!"

Charlie offered an apologetic smile to a group of passing women who were staring at Brian's tirade.

Brian continued ranting, "Pow! invited us all the way to Miami just to tell us that? They could have done that over the fucking phone!"

Miley put her hand to Brian's shoulder, "I think they're interested, hon. In fact, they really seemed to like your concept pieces. They just want to see something more polished."

"More polished my ass," Brian scowled. "It's a pulp piece, it's supposed to look dark and sketchy."

Miley bit her lip with worry, unsure of what she could say to make Brian feel better.

"I think Brian's right," Charlie said. "They totally missed the point. 'Captain Darkness' is like a period film, we gave it a specific look to match a certain era, and I purposefully wrote the dialogue to be as cheesy as those old comics used to be. I don't think they got it."

"Where the hell was Sam, the submissions editor?" Brian asked. "He was supposed to be there today. Those dickheads we just met with don't have the first damn clue what a good comic book is."

"That was pretty weird," Miley agreed. "They said he was 'out' but didn't really explain it any further. I got the sense that maybe Sam doesn't work there anymore."

"How could that be?" Charlie wondered. He looked to Brian, "Didn't you talk to him just this week?"

Brian nodded, "Yeah, we texted each other on Monday to set the appointment time up."

Miley looked confused, "That was only four days ago. Maybe he's sick or something? That would explain why he didn't re-schedule or let you guys know he wouldn't be there."

"Shit," Brian cursed. "I guess it's back to licking submissions envelopes again."

"Keep your chin up," Charlie encouraged. "It's just one meeting; one comic book publisher. There will be others."

Miley gave Brian a sympathetic look and pat him on the back, "Look on the bright side, we have the rest of the weekend to enjoy Miami?"

"I feel like going home," Brian complained.

"Oh no," Charlie shook his head. "This is the first three-day weekend I've had all summer, and I'm taking advantage of it. We can't let this discourage us. Shrug it off buddy, Captain Darkness isn't dead yet."

"Yeah," Miley agreed, thankful that Charlie had such a positive attitude. She waved for a cab, "As soon as we get back to the hotel and lay out on that glorious beach you'll forget all about comic books."

Brian looked dubious, "What's so special about the beaches here? It's not like we don't have beaches at home."

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The Carlton Hotel, where Brian, Charlie, and Miley were staying, was situated right on Miami's famous South Beach. Sand and lapping waves were only a short walk from the rear of the hotel, beyond an outdoor pool plaza.

As two stunning women dressed in dental floss bikinis walked by, Brian didn't even attempt to conceal the fact that he was ogling them, "Damn, dude."

Charlie grinned as he was applying sunscreen to his arms. The two friends were seated in the sand upon large towels, and Brian had been feasting on the eye-candy since they arrived. Beautiful women dotted the beach as far as either of them could see.

"Seriously dude, I've never seen so much scattered ass in my entire life," Brian remarked. "Even Miley would just blend in around here."

"Don't tell Miley that," Charlie replied dryly, squeezing out more sunscreen into his palm for his torso. He and Brian were wearing only baggy swim trunks, and Charlie worried about burning.

"Speaking of Miley, where is she?"

"I don't know," Charlie looked over his shoulder towards the hotel, "She said she had to get ready, but that she'd be right down."

"Ready? What is there to get ready? It's not like she's coming to a formal occasion, it's the beach."

Charlie shrugged, "She was still in the bathroom when you knocked on the door. I don't ask questions about what she does in the bathroom; I'm certain it's unfathomable."

Brian grinned, "You're so fucking whipped, dude."

Charlie didn't appear to take insult. "I've been staying at Miley's a lot this summer and I've realized the intimate relationship a woman has with her bathroom. I don't understand it, but I calculate Miley has spent roughly half her entire life in one bathroom or another."

Brian laughed, "Stacy's the same way. One time I walked in on her and she was sitting on the toilet peeing, but she didn't even care that I was in there. Then another time I interrupted her while she was doing something to her face with a tweezers and she totally freaked, yelling at me to get out."

Charlie seemed to empathize, "Women are strange creatures, my friend."

"Yeah they are, I'll never... ..."

Charlie glanced at Brian after his friend went silent.

"Holy shit," Brian half whispered.

"What?" Charlie looked in the direction his Brian was staring.

"I was totally wrong about Miley being average for South Beach."

Charlie spotted Miley, who was standing about fifty feet away looking around as though she were lost. She was wearing a yellow bikini that looked spectacular on her toned body, the bottom of which was little more than two strings across her hips that disappeared into the crack of her ass. The top was more modest to help make up for the smaller size of Miley's bosom, but lacked shoulder straps and simply stretched around her chest like a narrow band. Her dark wavy curls were tied back into a kinky pony tail, and Miley wore big movie-star sunglasses and a floppy brimmed hat.

Lacking a job, Miley had been spending the better part of her summer sunning on the roof of her apartment building, so her golden form was ready for South Beach and she put a majority of the other women in sight to shame.

"Miley!" Charlie lifted his arm and waved.

Turning to the sound of her name, Miley beamed a smile when she spotted her boys and trotted through the sand in her spiky sandals. "Oh my god, how awesome is this? The weather is perfect and there are hot guys everywhere!"

Charlie grinned as Miley dropped her beach bag in the sand and joined him on his large towel. "You're just in time, I need someone to put sunscreen on my back and Brian refused me."

"Sure baby," Miley kneeled behind Charlie, reaching for the bottle.

"Miley, you're not supposed to be staring at other guys." Brian teased, "Not with Charlie right here."

"Whatever." Miley spread her palms across Charlie's back, "Like you guys haven't been drooling over every girl in sight."

"Brian has," Charlie confirmed. "I've been waiting to drool on you."

Brian glanced aside at Miley's backside as she knelt behind Charlie, "Yeah Miley, damn..."

"Quit staring at my ass, Brian."

"Fine," Brian acquiesced. "I'm thirsty anyway. I'm going to go get something to drink, either of you want a soda or something?"

Miley shook her head.

"No thanks," Charlie replied.

As Brian got up and walked towards the outdoor bar in the hotel's pool plaza, Miley laid down beside Charlie, but kept herself propped up on a couple of elbows. "See any hot girls you like?"

"Just you," Charlie replied safely, putting his sunglasses on.

Miley leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You're a sweetie, but come on. Play along. What about that one over there? The one with the big tits."

Charlie followed Miley's pointing finger to see a tall blonde. The triangles of her bikini top covered her nipples, but little else. "Hmm, nice body but she's got kind of a horse-face."

Miley giggled, "Okay, what about her?"

Charlie's eyes moved to the next girl Miley pointed out, a brunette in a one-piece. "She's not bad. But what about that guy she's talking to?"

Miley wrinkled her nose at the muscled guy, "Definitely not."

Charlie sounded surprised, "Seriously?"

"I don't like that steroid look," Miley replied.

"All right..." Charlie scanned the beach, "What about that guy?"

"Ew. Too hairy. His chest looks like it needs a weed-whacker."

Charlie chuckled, "So what you're saying is that you like smooth skinny guys like me?"

Miley grinned, "You're not that skinny, baby. But yeah, I like smooth slender guys." Then Miley got a devilish expression, "Ones with gigantic cocks."

"Miley...!" Charlie had to grab her wrist as Miley playfully reached towards the crotch of his trunks.

"Seriously you two," Brian suddenly reappeared, carrying a large glass containing something fruity. "This is a public beach."

Miley looked up, "Oooh, that looks good. Charlie would you get me one?"

"But you just told Brian you didn't want anything," Charlie complained.

"I changed my mind. Please?"

Charlie pushed to his feet with a sigh, "All right."

Brian sat back down on his towel and made a whipping sound, teasing Charlie.

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Stacy frowned as Brian's cell phone went to voicemail. She didn't leave a message, assuming that Brian was probably still in the meeting at Pow! Comics and had his phone off.

"Hello Stacy," her doctor greeted, re-entering the small examination room just as Stacy was slipping her cell phone back into her purse. "Your test results came back fine, but I'm a little concerned about your blood pressure."

Stacy looked immediately worried.

"Have you had any headaches?" the doctor asked. "Blurred vision, or sensitivity to light?"

Stacy shook her head, "No, I have been feeling fine. I'm a little stressed over this whole pregnancy thing, but other than that..."

The doctor nodded, "Perfectly normal. I want you to cut back on your salt intake, drink plenty of water -- about eight glasses a day, and I want you to try and relax."

"Okay," Stacy was making mental notes. "Um, relax? I feel like I do a lot of that already."

The doctor chuckled, "Try not to worry about the pregnancy so much. Maybe get out of town for the weekend, get your mind off things."

Stacy blinked, as though her doctor had read her mind. She asked, "You mean like lounging on the beach with my friends all weekend?"

As he wrote some notes in Stacy's chart the doctor nodded, "Exactly."

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Brian slipped the card-key into the slot that unlocked his hotel room door, "I'll see you guys in a bit, for dinner?"

Miley nodded as Charlie opened the door to the room they were sharing, "Give us a couple hours? I'll need some time to get ready."

Charlie and Brian both shared a grin at that before Brian disappeared into his room.

Brian spotted his cell phone blinking on the bedside stand and moved to check for any messages. He smiled when he saw that Stacy had called, though there were no voicemails. There was a text however, and Brian was surprised to see that it was from Sam. Sam was asking where Brian was staying, and if they could meet later that night. Brian immediately texted Sam back, saying that he was at the Carlton Hotel and offered the room number. Brian also indicated that he and Charlie were having dinner in the hotel's restaurant, and that Sam was welcome to join them.

Maybe Captain Darkness wasn't dead after all, Brian thought, just like Charlie said.

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As soon as they were alone in their room, Miley was all over Charlie. "Let's do it."

"Right now?" Charlie asked as Miley pressed her bikini-clad body against his. She felt warm and enticing.

Miley kissed his chest and neck, "Yeah, you know how horny I get after I sunbathe."

"I hadn't noticed," Charlie replied honestly. "I mean, you're always horny."

Miley giggled, cupping his cheek in her palm. "You're silly. Remember that day last week you came over after work and I practically raped you?"

Charlie made a fond smile, remembering. "Yeah...?"

"I had been on the roof all day."

"But you told Brian you needed time to get ready for dinner?"

"I told him a couple hours. I only need one to get ready. I wanted the other one so you'd have time to stick your big thing inside me."

"You're brilliant," Charlie grinned.

"I know." Miley reached into Charlie's swimming trunks with a smile, "And I want to take good care of you this weekend."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked, untying the waist of his trunks to allow Miley better access.

"You've been working so hard this summer," Miley kissed Charlie's jaw line. "And this is your first long weekend. I want to make sure you enjoy it, so I'm going to let you stick your cock in me as often as you want like a good girlfriend should."

Charlie breathed out a laugh, "Miley, we have sex all the time. Almost every day. Sometimes twice a day! How will this weekend be any different?"

Miley looked up into Charlie's eyes with a smoky expression, her hand firmly gripped upon his ever-hardening shaft. "Because this weekend I'll be really dirty."

Charlie swallowed, his cock leaping in Miley's hand.

Miley gave Charlie's penis one more squeeze, then backed away from him. Her expression was sultry as she reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, letting it slowly fall from her chest. Miley slid her palms over her small breasts, squeezing them for Charlie, fondling the nipples between her fingers.

Charlie murmured, "You are so beautiful, you know that?"

Miley smiled warmly at the compliment, sitting back on the large bed. "Take your trunks off," she instructed, slipping her own bikini bottoms down her skinny legs.

Charlie hooked the hem of his trunks with his thumbs and pushed them down to his ankles, stepping out of them. His erection was already bobbing with arousal, sticking straight out but not yet fully erect.

Miley spread her legs and slid her hand over her bald mound, parting her lips with a pair of spread fingers. "Look at my pussy, Charlie. See how damp it already is? My pussy knows it's about to get stuffed full of your hard cock, and it can't wait."

Charlie stared between Miley's legs, noting that her passage was already glistening.

"It's like when you're hungry," Miley continued to explain, "and you smell something really yummy, which makes you salivate. That's what it's like for my pussy, Charlie. It wants your yummy cock, and it starts drooling in anticipation."

Charlie's shaft quickly grew to stand fully erect, sticking straight up, as he watched Miley play with herself.

"It wants to swallow that big thing whole, and suck all of its cum out until your balls are milked dry." Miley stretched her middle finger back and forth across her clitoris as she spoke her dirty talk, "It wants your babies, Charlie. My fertile pussy wants to be stuffed full of your little seeds so it can make children for you."

The dirty talk was making Charlie dizzy with arousal.

Miley continued, speaking rather matter-of-factly, "Your cock claimed my virginity, so my pussy belongs to you. It's where your cock belongs, Charlie. My pussy is its home. No other cock will ever know how sweet my pussy is, baby, because I'll never allow another between my legs."

Charlie could take no more, crazy with lust from Miley's dirty talk. He strode forward, clutching her around her hips, and thrust his cock towards her entrance.

Miley welcomed the intrusion, grabbing his shaft and guiding Charlie's penetration. Her ankles wrapped around Charlie's backside so that her heels rested against the back of his thighs, and then Miley put her arms around his neck as he mounted her. She bore his weight as Charlie's chest pressed against hers, her breasts pressed between them.

"Take your pussy," Miley whispered encouragingly in Charlie's ear as he buried his face into her neck, kissing and licking her sun-kissed skin. She moaned hotly as he started humping between her legs, "Fuck your pussy. That's it baby, take your pleasure from my body."

Charlie groaned and leaned back. He pushed Miley's thighs off of him and pulled his cock from her insides. Miley was confused for a moment, until Charlie grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. She figured it out quickly enough and moved her knees beneath her so that she could present herself to Charlie. Less than a moment later Miley felt his shaft slide back within her soaked passage. She was helpless as Charlie grabbed her by the hips and slid her whole body back along the bed, impaling her roughly.

"Uhn!" Miley grunted, bearing his cock and bracing her arms on the bed. "Take me Charlie, take me like you don't give a fuck about my pleasure. Use me like a bitch, like your fuck-thing. Breed me..."

"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned, clutching his hands into the flash of Miley's backside, using his grip to pull her ass back into him as he bucked violently against her.

"That's it baby," Miley gasped. "My pussy exists to give your big cock pleasure. It wants your baby, Charlie, my pussy is begging for it. It wants to give you sons. My body is yours to breed. Your babies will grow in my womb, and my tits will feed them...." 

Charlie gasped and exploded, his cock pumping what felt like a gallon of semen into Miley's depths. His hips bucked, his shaft heaved, and Charlie swore he could feel his scrotum shrink as it emptied itself of his pleasure. He couldn't remember the last time an orgasm had arrived so quickly, though it didn't surprise him; whenever Miley centered her dirty talk on pregnancy it drove Charlie crazy.

But Miley wasn't done. She reached beneath herself and Charlie could feel it against his shaft as she started to masturbate herself, "Oh Charlie, I can feel your messy seeds in me... they're looking for my egg. It's so fucking hot."

Charlie unsheathed himself from her sex, which elicited a whimper from Miley, and looked down as a strand of her fluids mixed with his stretched between the head of his cock and her entrance. Her ass looked so beautiful and tan, with her cunt hanging beneath it. Charlie could see Miley's fingers dancing across her clit as she moaned in arousal. Without thinking about it, as though drawn by some unseen force, Charlie knelt down and buried his face between Miley's ass cheeks.

"Oh god!!!" Miley screamed as she felt the tip of Charlie's tongue press against her asshole. "Oh fuck, baby, that's so nasty. Stick your tongue in me... stick your tongue in my ass!"

Charlie pushed Miley's ass cheeks apart and pressed his tongue into her, ignoring his brain and heeding his loins. It didn't matter to Charlie that he was sticking his tongue into an asshole. This was Miley, his woman, the one person in the world that had given him more pleasure than he could have ever dreamed of. No part of her was disgusting to him, every centimeter of her body was beautiful to Charlie.

Miley clutched at the bedspread with her free hand, masturbating vigorously with the other. The side of her face pressed against the bed and her eyes clenched shut as the wet intrusion of Charlie's tongue explored her puckered hole. It felt dirty, sexy, and exquisite. Her orgasm came like a flood, pouring itself through her entire body. Fluids leaked from her pussy, between her fingers, and the scent of it assaulted Charlie.

Miley collapsed on the bed after her orgasm, exhausted from the power of it. She felt Charlie's palm caressing her ass and lower back, then felt his lips kissing the backs of her thighs. She smiled at his gentle touch, "That felt amazing," she whispered.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 17



"Um, you're still on the pill, right?"

Miley giggled, "Of course, silly."

PART 2 - Sam

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Brian probably would have heard Miley's scream but for the fact that he was in the shower and could only hear the water running. Afterwards, he did hear a knock on his hotel door. Assuming it was Charlie, Brian simply wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried to answer.

The girl standing at Brian's door after he opened it couldn't have caught him more off-guard. She was short, maybe 5'4", with straight black hair that was pulled back off her head in a messy knot. She had pale skin and green eyes, with square glasses that lent her a nerdy, almost librarian-like appearance. She wore a pair of black slacks and a white buttoned top that was half tucked in, which made it hard to judge her figure but Brian could tell she was very petite.

The girl pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a finger, "Um, hi. I'm looking for Brian?"

"Hello, I'm Brian."

"Hi," the girl smiled nervously. "I'm Sam."

"Sam?" Brian looked quizzical. Then his eyes widened. "You mean, Sam? From Pow! Comics?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

"Dude! I thought you were a dude!"

"Excuse me?" Sam looked a little confused.

"Your name, 'Sam', I totally thought you were a guy..."

Sam blushed, "Oh, my, I'm sorry. No, I'm a girl."

"I can see that," Brian grinned.

Sam exhaled, "Sorry that was a stupid thing to say. Um, Sam is short for 'Samantha'. Though again, I suppose that's obvious."

Brian laughed, "I feel like a total sexist. But who would have thought a cute girl like you would be into comics?"

A hint of color decorated Sam's cheeks when Brian called her cute. She looked over his towel-clad form and asked, "Um... am I catching you at a bad time?"

"No, not at all. Come in. I'm glad you're here, we missed you at the meeting today."

"I'm really sorry about that," Sam said, accepting Brian's invitation and stepping into the room. "I should have let you know I wasn't going to be there, but life has been really hectic the last couple of days and-"

Sam gasped as Brian reached to latch the door's lock; his towel came loose and fell to the floor, giving Sam a look at his goodies. "Oh, my..."

"Woops!" Brian quickly snatched the towel up and covered his mid-section. "Uh, heh. Wow. Why don't you sit down, and I'll go put some pants on..."

Sam averted her eyes, pretending she didn't see anything. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have just shown up like this."

"No, it's cool, seriously." Brian headed into the bathroom. He called out, "So what happened, you said things have been hectic?"

"Um, yeah." Sam sat on the edge of the bed, "I quit my job."

"Seriously?" Brian called from the bathroom. "Why would you do that?"

"Because our senior editor told me Pow! Comics wasn't interested in Captain Darkness, after I advised that we should offer you a publishing deal."

Brian reappeared in a pair of jeans, pulling a tee shirt over his head. "Say that again?"

"He said your style lacked mass appeal and that it wouldn't sell; that it was too corny and cliché."

"It's supposed to be that way," Brian frowned.

Sam nodded, "I know! I tried to convince him of the brilliance behind you and your partner's work, that it was almost a parody of the pulp era. Like satire. The super-powered people all wear fedoras and say cheesy things, and everyone's girlfriend is a reporter. It's intelligent and funny."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to quit your job over it..."

"Yes I did," Samantha replied. "This isn't the first time that jerk ignored my suggestions. He wouldn't know a good comic from his own asshole. He never gave me any editorial power and I was sick of working for him."

"So, um, not to be rude but... what are you doing here?"

"I think Captain Darkness is a really great book, Brian. I was hoping to convince you and Charlie to let me be your editor, and take it to another publishing house. I have lots of contacts with other comic book companies."

"Seriously?"

Sam nodded, "Your guys' work really blew me away."

"Oh man, this is great news! Wait until you meet Charlie at dinner, he's going to be so excited." Brian moved for the phone, "I'll call him right now and tell him to meet us downstairs."

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Barely an hour later Brian and Sam were seated at a table in a restaurant located within the Carlton Hotel, waiting for Charlie and Miley to come down and meet them. It wasn't busy, for a Friday night, and Brian was enjoying small talk with Sam. He was surprised to find out she was a Miami native, as her pale skin went against the tan stereotype he had of Miami women. He was also surprised to learn that she was twenty five years old, as she looked closer to his own age (nineteen).

"There they are," Brian indicated when he spotted his friends at the restaurant's entrance.

Sam turned to look, and was fascinated by the dichotomy between Charlie and Miley. Charlie looked much like Brian did, wearing a pair of casual jeans and a tee shirt depicting a comic book character. But it was Miley that didn't fit the picture. She was beautiful, almost perfect, and looked like she belonged on the arm of an athlete or rock star. She wore a clinging top and skimpy skirt, common fair for Miley but rather attention grabbing to someone who didn't know her.

"Who's that girl?" Sam asked quietly.

Brian lifted a hand, catching Charlie's eye to join them. "That's Charlie's fiancé, Miley."

"Wow, she's beautiful."

"Hey guys," Miley greeted when she and Charlie reached the table. She held out her hand, ever the friendly one, "You must be Sam."

"Hi," Sam smiled shyly, taking Miley's hand.

Brian introduced them, "Charlie, Miley, this is Sam."

"Wow," Charlie said as he sat down. "I totally thought you were a guy."

Sam grinned, "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot tonight."

"I'm really glad you're not," Miley said. "Because dinner with these two usually boils down to an argument over who's hotter: Megan Fox or Hayden Panetteire."

"Oh, Hayden all the way," Sam replied. "Definitely."

"See dude?" Brian looked at Charlie, "I told you so."

Charlie leveled a frank expression towards Brian, "Have you even seen Transformers?"

Miley rolled her eyes, "See what I mean?"

Sam smiled at Miley, already liking her.

A waitress arrived at the table to take the foursome's order. Afterwards, Sam and Brian explained why she hadn't been at their meeting earlier, and Sam went into depth about her other publishing contacts.

Miley remained mostly silent through the conversation, listening to the other three. She noticed that Sam fit right in with Charlie and Brian, as she understood their inside geek humor and seemed to know as much about comic books as they did. Miley paid particular attention to the body language between Sam and Brian, having a good eye for such things, and immediately picked up on the fact that Sam was attracted to Brian. It was hard for Miley to tell if Brian was attracted to her though, or if he was just being flirty in a friendly way.

"So it's settled then," Sam was saying. "I'll send your stuff to some other editors I know. I really think we can get Captain Darkness published."

"But what will you do since you don't have a job anymore?" Brian sounded concerned.

"There are other editing jobs," Sam replied. "I'll find something."

"My dad knows people in publishing," Miley suddenly interjected. "Both here and back home in Tallahassee. I'm sure he could find out if any of them are looking for editors."

"Really?" Sam smiled, "That would be really great."

"We should get out of here and celebrate," Charlie suggested.

"Celebrate?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, we have a new friend and editor. That's worth celebrating, right?"

"That's an awesome idea," Miley beamed. "Sam, do you know any good clubs?"

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But, um, are you guys old enough to get in?"

"No," Miley answered, "But I'm really good with bouncers. I'm sure it won't be a problem."

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Thudding club music and beautiful patrons surrounded Charlie as he stood waiting to get the attention of a bartender. Looking around at all the stylishly dressed people made Charlie feel out of place in his Iron Man tee shirt, but he was enjoying the strobe-light atmosphere nonetheless.

"Damn dude, this place is awesome," Brian said, standing at the bar beside Charlie. "I can't believe Miley got us in here without IDs. What do you think she whispered to that bouncer at the door?"

"I have no idea," Charlie replied, elevating his voice to be heard over the music. "I'm not sure I want to."

"What do you think of Sam?" Brian asked.

"She's nice. And she seems to understand what we're trying to do with our comic."

"Do you think she's cute?"

Charlie gave Brian an odd look, "I guess I haven't thought about it. Why, do you?"

"Yeah," Brian replied. "I like girls with glasses, I don't know why. Do you think she has a boyfriend?"

"How would I know that?" Charlie laughed.

Brian lifted four fingers when a bartender finally approached, indicating that he wanted four tap beers.

Charlie reconsidered Brian's question, "Wait, you're not into her, are you?"

Brian lifted an ambiguous shoulder, "How many cute girls have you ever met that know how many different types of kryptonite there are?"

"None," Charlie admitted. "But what about Stace?"

"Huh?" Brian turned his ear closer to Charlie, trying to hear him over the heavy music.

Charlie spoke up, "You know, Stacy? The girl back home who's carrying your child?"

"I don't know, dude." Brian slid some money across the bar as their beers arrived, "Her and I can't seem to align, you know? I sometimes feel like we're trying too hard, like we're trying to force ourselves into a relationship because she's pregnant."

"You think Stacy feels the same way?" Charlie wondered.

"I think deep down she does, yeah. To be honest, I'm totally jealous of you, dude."

Charlie took hold of two of the beers, letting Brian carry the other two. "Jealous of what?"

"Of you and Miley," Brian replied. "You guys seem so happy. I wish I had someone like her, someone who was unquestionably crazy about me. I get the feeling Stacy is just settling for me."

"Don't settle," Charlie said.

"No?"

Charlie shook his head, "I think you'd just end up regretting it, even with the baby. Stacy too. You deserve to be happy Brian, you're a great guy."

"Thanks Charlie," Brian replied. "Good talk. Uh, but don't expect a hug or anything."

Charlie laughed.

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Sam sat at a small table on the other side of the club with Miley, watching the boys at the bar. "Do you know if Brian has a girlfriend?"

Miley opened her mouth to reply, but realized that wasn't an easy question to answer.

Sam turned to look at Miley.

"There's a girl," Miley finally answered. "I'm not sure what their official status is. It's definitely complicated."

Sam looked disheartened at that, turning back towards the bar to watch as Brian and Charlie waited to get drinks.

"I can tell you like him," Miley said.

Sam's attention snapped back to Miley, "Who?"

"Brian," Miley smiled disarmingly.

Sam's shoulders slumped, "Am I being that obvious?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure my two boys are completely oblivious."

Sam didn't quite understand, "Your two boys?"

"Sometimes I feel like their mother," Miley answered. "Like I'm helping them navigate their way towards their goals. I haven't decided what I want to do with my life yet, so I've been concentrating on supporting Charlie and his dreams."

"The three of you are pretty close then?"

Miley nodded, "I love them both. I mean, of course I love Charlie, he's my man. But Brian too. They're both still a little unsure of themselves and their place in this world, but they have courage and wonderful hearts. They're going to blossom into great men one day really soon."

Sam smiled at Miley's description, "You seem very wise and perceptive for a nineteen year old, Miley."

Miley nodded knowingly, "I took a semester of philosophy last year."

Sam laughed, and then saw that Miley was being serious. She was about to ask more when the boys arrived with the drinks. "Thanks Brian," Sam said, taking one of the glasses.

The three friends watched as Sam lifted her glass and proceeded to drink the entire thing down.

"Whoa," Brian looked impressed.

Miley giggled, "Damn, guys. Looks like your new editor is a party girl."

Sam smiled shyly and wiped her mouth with the back of a hand, "I love this song... do you want to go dance, Brian?"

Brian's expression turned immediately eager, "Sure!"

Sam beamed a smile, hopping off her stool.

Charlie watched Sam snatch up Brian's hand and pull him out to the gyrating crowd of people in the middle of the club. He turned to Miley and asked, "Do you want to dance too?"

Miley shook her head after a long swallow of her beer, "I need to pee."

Charlie laughed, "Okay?"

"Will you take me?" Miley requested.

"You want me to go with you to the bathroom? That sounds a little weird, Miley."

Miley indicated the women's bathroom with a nod of her head. "The women's line is too long. Will you take me to the men's room?"

"I'm not sure we should-"

"I can't go in there alone, Charlie! I've had like three beers and I really have to go."

"Okay, okay." Charlie quickly gulped down his beer before rising to escort Miley. He was slightly worried about walking in there with a girl, but as soon as the two of them entered the restroom Charlie realized his worry was for naught. It was a large space with a bank of stalls and a long row of sinks; several other women were loitering inside, talking or making out with various men. Two other girls were at the counter with a leather-clad man snorting lines of cocaine.

Miley seemed completely at ease, as if she'd seen it all before, though she held Charlie's hand tightly while approaching a free stall at the end of the bank.

Charlie latched the door closed as Miley hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He turned around as Miley sat on the toilet. A sheepish grin marked Charlie's expression.

Miley looked up at him, completely shameless in Charlie's presence. "What? Do you like watching me pee or something?"

Charlie lifted an amused shoulder.

Miley shook her head with a smirk, "Perv."

"Your legs look sexy with your skirt bunched up like that," Charlie commented.

Miley reached forward and cupped his crotch with her hand, checking to see if Charlie was getting hard. "Oh my god, Charlie. You totally are a pervert! Are you getting turned on by watching me pee?"

Charlie blushed, "Not exactly. I get turned on by you regardless of what you're doing."

Miley reached to tear off some toilet paper, "Undo your pants."

Charlie's eyes widened, "Here?"

Miley reached between her legs to wipe, "Yeah. I can give you a quick pump if you want?"

Charlie couldn't get his jeans unbuttoned fast enough, "How did I get so lucky and land a girl as awesome as you?"

Miley beamed a smile, "I told you I was going to take good care of you this weekend, baby."

Charlie pushed his jeans down to about mid-thigh, "What about Brian and Sam?"

Miley pulled Charlie's boxer-briefs down and grasped his semi-erect length. "They'll have to jerk each other off, I only service my man."

"No, I mean won't they be wondering where we are?"

"I doubt it," Miley said, leaning forward to push some saliva out of her mouth over Charlie's growing member. "They're probably making out in the middle of the dance floor right now, or picking out place settings; that girl has got a serious case of the thigh-sweats for Brian."

"He likes her too," Charlie agreed with a nod. "What are we going to do about that? I mean what about Stacy?"

"Charlie," Miley leveled a semi-drunk look up at him. "Do you really care right now?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, I suppose not."

Miley smiled, "I didn't think so." She started moving her grip up and down Charlie's shaft, coaxing it to its full erect length. "Warn me before you cum, okay?"

Charlie nodded as he watched Miley's hand.

Miley bit her lower lip in concentration as she swiftly pumped her hand, masturbating Charlie with a steady pace. "Remember when I said I'd be dirty for you this weekend? Is this dirty enough for you, baby? Do you like getting jerked off in the toilet?"

"Y-yeah," Charlie nodded. "I always like your hand."

"I know you do, baby." Miley spit onto Charlie's cock again, needing more lubrication due to his size. "If I had given you a blowjob that day in your bedroom when we first fooled around, you'd probably always want my mouth. But I gave you a handjob and ever since you just love it when I pump your big cock like this, don't you?"

"Oh god, Miley," Charlie moaned, leaning back against the toilet stall door. "You do it so good."

Miley worked Charlie's entire length, sliding her hand from the base of his cock until the top of her fist hit the ridge of his crown. Every so often she formed an 'O' with her thumb and pointer finger and would concentrate on stimulating his cockhead, causing Charlie to gasp.

"I love being dirty for you," Miley said. She reached down to her ankles with a free hand and slipped the panties off around her shoes, "Take my panties, Charlie."

Charlie blinked, unsure of what Miley intended he do with them. But he took the panties regardless.

"Show me what a naughty boy you are, Charlie." Miley involved her other hand in the masturbation, vigorously pumping his length with both, "Smell my panties while I jerk you off."

Charlie looked down at the skimpy pink panties in his hand, spreading them to reveal the gusset.

"Come on, don't you want to smell my pussy?"

Charlie stared at the panties through eyes lidded with pleasure. He slowly lifted them up and pressed the material against his face, inhaling Miley's scent.

"Oh baby," Miley cooed. "That's so naughty. You're a filthy pervert, Charlie, smelling my panties while I jerk you off in the bathroom.

Charlie's erection pulsed in Miley's hand as she talked dirty to him. She stopped for a moment, drawing his cock to her mouth and squeezing the shaft. A small bead of pre-cum oozed from Charlie's tip, and Miley stuck her tongue out to lick at it. He watched with sheer lust in his eyes as Miley drew her head back and stretched the pre-cum until it was a long strand between her lip and the tip of Charlie's cock.

Miley looked up at him with owlish eyes, and then ran her tongue along each of her lips. "Naughty boy," she whispered. "Look at the filthy things you make your girlfriend do."

Charlie lowered the panties from his face, Miley's scent lingering in his nostrils. "Swallow me," he said.

Miley gasped, pretending to be shocked.

"I want to cum in your mouth," Charlie whispered.

Miley licked her lips one more time before leaning forward. She situated her lips into a tight seal around the ridge of Charlie's crown, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock. She started stroking him again, pumping his shaft eagerly.

Charlie's eyes closed and his head rolled back, bumping into the stall's door.

Miley sucked with her mouth and milked him with her hand. She grasped Charlie's taut scrotum and squeezed, causing him to gasp sharply.

"I'm going to cum..." Charlie warned breathlessly. "Miley... I'm going to cum..."

Miley sped up her hand, pumping Charlie's cock rapidly. She could feel it turn as rigid as stone before the first jet of semen erupted into her mouth. She gripped his cock tightly as it surged and pushed its cum into her gulping throat. Charlie braced himself against the stall walls, wincing and trying not to cry out with pleasure.

She waited for the last of it to ooze out, coaxing it up Charlie's length with a squeezing hand. Letting his penis go, Miley licked her lips and swallowed the last of his essence down.




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Charlie stared at her, breathing heavily.

"I got it all," Miley said proudly. "Your cum is in my tummy, where it belongs."

"Jeezus," was all Charlie could say.

Miley rose from the toilet and pushed her skirt back down her hips. Taking her panties from Charlie's hand, she stuffed them into her little purse. When Charlie got his pants back into place, she rose to her tippy-toes and gave him a kiss.

"I love you," Charlie whispered.

Miley beamed warmly, cupping his cheek in her palm.

A crowd of five men and two women were waiting for Miley and Charlie as they exited the stall. They all started applauding, with the men cheering and whistling.

Charlie's cheeks colored and he smiled in embarrassment.

Miley seemed unfazed. She simply curtseyed to everyone before taking Charlie's hand and walking proudly beside him as they exited the bathroom.

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The following morning, Stacy stared at the numbers above the elevator doors as they silently counted the floors. She realized she recognized the song playing across the muzak, but couldn't figure out what it was. Was it Lady Gaga? Shaking her head, Stacy realized she was probably over-tired and hearing things. She had been on the road for nearly nine hours after all, having left for Miami at midnight. She couldn't wait to see her friends and hit the beach. Falling asleep in the sand with the sun soaking her body sounded extremely pleasant to Stacy after being in a car all night.

The elevator doors slid open to the fifteenth floor and Stacy exited, walking down the hallway and following the room numbers until she reached 1545... Brian's room. Stacy grinned excitedly and knocked on the door. Brian would be so surprised; she hadn't called to let him know she was coming on purpose. Glancing at her watch, Stacy hoped he would be awake.

When the door opened it was Stacy who was shocked. It wasn't Brian at the door, but a short brunette girl in glasses who appeared to have just woken up. At first Stacy thought she might have the wrong room, but then she realized the girl was wearing a familiar-looking Hawkman tee shirt.

"Can you come back to clean later?" Sam was wiped the sleep from her eyes, "We're not up yet."

(to be continued) 



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 18



PART 1 – Best Friends

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Miley slowly pulled her BMW into the driveway where Stacy lived with her parents. She turned the key off and peered towards the house, not looking forward to the coming moments. Things were not that great between her and Stacy, and Miley wasn't sure how to fix their relationship. But she had to try, they had been best friends since kindergarten and Miley couldn't turn her back on twelve years of friendship. At least they'd be alone; Miley purposefully waited until Monday so that Stacy's parents would be at work.

Taking a deep breath, Miley opened her car door and walked up the drive towards the front steps.

Stacy was already standing in the entryway behind a screen door, having seen Miley pull in. "What do you want?" she asked in a flat tone.

"I want to talk," Miley replied gently.

Stacy folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the doorjamb, the screen door still between them. "What is there to talk about?"

"Stacy, please. We're best friends, can't we-"

"No!" Stacy barked, "No, Miley, we're not best friends anymore. It's become very clear that you don't give a shit about me."

"How can you say that?" Miley frowned. "How can you just throw away our friendship?"

"It's not anything I did," Stacy replied coldly. "You're the one who always sides with Brian. And then you take him to Miami and let him hook up with some random bimbo-"

"He didn't cheat on you!" Miley fumed.

"Whatever," Stacy said, her eyes growing moist.

"You didn't even let him explain," Miley argued. "And how could you punch poor Sam? We thought her nose was broken!"

"She deserved worse," Stacy spat. "And I didn't let Brian explain because I saw it with my own eyes."

"You didn't see anything, Stacy. Nothing happened between them."

"Save it, Miley. Brian already tried that line of bullshit on me. The fact that you're lying for him tells me everything I need to know about our so-called friendship."

"Oh god... I was there!" Miley yelled angrily. "I was sitting in Brian's hotel room when he passed out. Charlie had to lift him into his bed so I'm pretty sure Brian wasn't in any shape to do anything but snore, much less cheat on you. Sam was drunk too, we were all drunk, so there was no way I was going to let her drive home. She slept on the couch in Brian's room. I know, because I helped her find some bedding!"

Stacy narrowed her eyes, not ready to believe Miley, "But she was wearing his shirt, she was half-naked-"

"I gave her the shirt!" Miley threw her arms up in frustration. "I got it out of Brian's luggage. And of course she was half-naked, she was asleep! Do you sleep with your pants on?"

Stacy blinked.

Miley exhaled a heavy breath, trying to keep her anger in check. She didn't want to get into another screaming match with Stacy. "Let me ask you something, Stace, and be honest with yourself even if you're not with me. What are you really afraid of, losing Brian? Or being alone?"

Tears began to stream from Stacy's eyes and she lowered her face to her palms, "Oh Miley, I'm so afraid of being alone."

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"She's never going to talk to me again," Brian lamented.

"Sure she will," Charlie replied, sucking some soda through a straw. He and Brian were seated in the mall's food court, during Charlie's lunch break. "Miley's going over there today to talk to her, she'll fix everything."

"You didn't see the look on Stacy's face in Miami. She wouldn't even give me a chance to explain, she just punched Sam, called me a bunch of names I won't repeat, and stalked off."

"Why didn't you go after her?" Charlie wondered. He and Miley had missed the entire encounter between Stacy Brian and Sam, as they had been asleep in their hotel room. They only experienced the aftermath.

"Because Sam was on the floor with blood streaming from her nose," Brian replied. "I had to help her."

"Well, don't worry yourself too much. Miley will sort it out."

"I'm afraid my situation with Stacy is too complicated for even Miley to sort out." Brian picked at a basket of French fries that he had barely touched, "It's like I told you in Miami, I feel like Stacy and I are forcing our relationship."

"First things first," Charlie advised. "Stacy needs to understand that you didn't cheat on her. Once she's civil enough to talk to, the two of you can figure out what happens next."

Brian nodded slowly, "I guess."

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"Can I please come in?" Miley asked.

Stacy sniffled and nodded, unlatching the screen door and pushing it open.

Miley quickly moved to hug her best friend.

Stacy squeezed back, hugging tightly and still crying. "I'm so sorry, Miley. I've been such a bitch lately."

"Me too," Miley said, tears forming under her eyes as well. "That argument we had before I left for Miami was so stupid."

"I know," Stacy stepped back, wiping at her cheeks. "I've been really depressed about it ever since."

"Honey, you know you're never going to be alone, right?" Miley wiped at her eyes, "You have me. I'll always be your best friend, I love you."

"I love you too," Stacy said amidst more tears.

Miley clenched Stacy in another hug, "Let's not fight anymore, okay?"

"Never again," Stacy swore.

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"Hey Charlie," Chip greeted as Charlie returned to work.

Charlie stepped behind the cashier's counter with his younger co-worker, "Has it been busy?"

"Nah," Chip shook his head. "I sold some Justice League back-issues to that guy who works at the toy store, but that's about it."

Charlie pinned his name tag back on, "Did he say when the new McFarlane action figures were coming in?"

"Thursday," Chip answered. "So you've been pretty tight-lipped all morning, how did it go in Miami?"

"It was... interesting."

"Did they like your comic?"

"Unfortunately not," Charlie sighed. "But Brian and I met a really great girl who wants to be our editor. She has agreed to be show our work to some of her other publishing contacts."

"Wow, that's so cool," Chip sounded envious. "I bet some day you'll be a world-famous comic book writer, like Bendis, and I'll be able to tell all my friends we used to work together."

Charlie grinned, "Thanks Chip. I don't know that Bendis is world-famous, but I get your point."

"By the way, a packaged arrived for you while you were at lunch." Chip pointed to the side, "It's under the counter there."

Charlie glanced, "A package? Why would anyone send me anything here?"

Chip shrugged, "I don't know. Looks like a trade paperback or something."

Charlie moved to fetch the package. It was a thin box that looked like it would contain documents or a magazine. Looking at the front Charlie noticed that it wasn't mailed. There wasn't even an address; the package was simply labeled with his name written in magic marker. Charlie thought the writing looked familiar.

"Who dropped this off?" Charlie asked.

Chip answered, "I was sworn to secrecy."

Turning the package around, Charlie tore open the seal and gently removed the contents. It was a comic book carefully contained in a bag with a backing board.

"What is it?" Chip was peering curiously.

Charlie stared at the comic book. "The Brave and the Bold number fifty-four," he said reverently.

Chip looked on in awe, "Whoa, that's the first appearance of the Teen Titans. That's like a five hundred dollar book."

A slip of paper fell out of the package and Charlie knelt to pick it up. He set the comic book down gently to unfold the note and read it:

Charlie,

I wanted you to know how proud I am of you. Things didn't go your way last weekend in Miami but you didn't let it get you down. Here is a present to remind you that every super-hero had to start somewhere. Captain Darkness will get his chance, and so will you. One day the first appearance of your creation will be hanging on the wall of a downtown comic book store, just like this one was.

You are the love of my life. I will always believe in you.

 -Miley

Charlie blinked and wiped at his cheek, hoping that Chip wouldn't see the tear that dripped from his eye. He remembered the exact wall Miley had mentioned in her note. It had been over a year ago, the day after his high school prom, when he and Miley were browsing downtown. They went into a comic book store where a copy of Brave and the Bold #54 was hanging on the wall. Charlie remembered, because the Teen Titans were his favorite super-hero team, and he'd always wanted a copy of their first appearance.

"She came in earlier," Chip said, "right after you left for lunch."

Charlie wiped the back of a hand across his cheek and turned around, "Huh?"

"Miley," Chip said. He pointed at the comic book, "She dropped it off. I told her you were headed to the food court, but she said she had to get somewhere and made me promise to give it to you."

Charlie picked the comic book up again, "This is the coolest thing anyone has ever given me."

"You're so lucky," Chip remarked jealously. "Not only is your girlfriend the hottest babe on the planet, she's a Teen Titans fan to boot."

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Miley sat on her couch, pushing a hand through her dark curly hair. She exhaled, tired from an emotional day. She ended up spending the entire afternoon with Stacy, crying, talking, and crying some more. But she had one more task to perform, so she slipped her cell phone from a tiny purse.

"Hello?" Brian answered.

"Hey hon," Miley greeted. "You got a minute?"

"Of course," Brian replied. "I've been waiting for you to call all day."

"I know," Miley nodded. "I'm sorry, Stacy and I ended up in a huge bonding tear-fest that was completely unavoidable. I just got home."

"How is she?"

"She's scared," Miley said. "Scared of being alone, and scared of being a single mother."

Brian was silent on the other end of the phone.

"She knows you didn't cheat on her," Miley continued. "I convinced her of that. But I was honest with her, Brian. I told her that you and Sam kinda clicked, and that you seemed to like her."

"Was she angry?"

"No," Miley answered. "Not really. I think Stacy realizes that you and she aren't working out, and that she's been clinging to you because she's afraid of being alone and pregnant. You need to go talk to her though, and figure out where you guys are at."

"I will," Brian promised. "Thanks Miley, seriously. You're the best."

"Wait sweetie, there's something else."

"What is it?" Brian asked.

Miley was silent for a moment, not sure if she should be the one to tell Brian, "Don't wait to talk to her, okay? I think she wants to get an abortion."

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Chip stood behind the cash register, leaning on the counter with an elbow and his chin planted in a palm. He was absorbed by a comic book he was reading and didn't notice a man approach the counter.

"Ahem," the man cleared his throat. "Can you tell me if Charlie White is working today?"

Chip looked up to see a sharply-dressed gentleman, and then pointed towards the far side of the store where Charlie was organizing some trading cards.

Moving through the store, the man approached Charlie, "Hello there."

Charlie glanced up, "Mr. Andrews? Hey, how are you?"

Jack smiled, "I'm doing just fine, Charlie. And how many more times must I ask you to call me 'Jack'."

Charlie grinned, "Sorry, old habit. What brings you to The House of Spandex?"

"You do," Jack replied. "Though while I'm here I may catch up on what Superman is doing. He was always my favorite. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"No, it's cool." Charlie held out a hand, "It's good to see you sir... er, Jack."

Jack shook Charlie's hand, "It's good to see you too, Charlie." Jack was always impressed with Charlie's mannered demeanor.

"So what can I do for you?"

"It's about my little girl. As I'm sure you know her birthday is next week."

Charlie nodded, "Yeah. July 20th, right?"

"Her golden birthday," Jack said. "I'd like to throw her a party."

"Cool. That sounds fun. Do you need me to help out?"

"I do," Jack nodded. "I need a guest list."

Charlie lifted his brows, "Oh, uh..."

"I can handle her family, of course. But I'm afraid I don't know many of her friends."

"Wow," Charlie lifted a hand to wipe the corners of his mouth in consideration. "I'm not sure I can help you out."

Jack look confused, "You and Miley are still together, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. But Miley doesn't really hang out with many of her high school friends anymore. And I was at Brown last year so I've never met any of her college friends; she hasn't mentioned any of them this summer either." Charlie searched his thoughts, "Oh, I did meet this Brett guy. Um... but you probably don't want to invite him."

Jack squinted, "So who does Miley spend all her time with?"

Charlie looked at Jack and lifted a shoulder, "Me, I guess. And sometimes my buddy Brian. The three of us were in Miami last weekend, for example. And of course there's Stacy, but I'm not sure where they're at; they've been fighting lately."

Jack chuckled, "Unbelievable."

"Is something wrong?"

Jack shook his head, "Miley used to be the most popular girl in school. I remember her sixteenth birthday party; she had a hundred and fifty people she wanted to invite. Half the class! And now there's just you."

Charlie winced, "Is that a problem?"

"No," Jack answered firmly. "No it's not. If anything, it shows me she really does love you as much as she says she does."

"I hope so," Charlie replied. "Because hardly a day goes by when I don't pinch myself to make sure I'm awake. Miley is an amazing girl, and I'm lucky to have her."

Jack reached out and clasped Charlie's shoulder, "You're lucky to have each other. Now, why don't you show me where those new Superman comics are?"

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Miley opened her oven door to a billowing cloud of smoke, which was so thick she had to throw her forearm over her eyes and couldn't help but to cough. She had to wave her oven mitt in the air to clear the smoke away before pulling out a burnt casserole.

"Way to go, Miley," she said to herself dryly. "Another cooking masterpiece."

Miley could only sigh when her smoke detector went off.

"What is going on?" Charlie had to yell.

Miley turned around with a start; she hadn't heard when Charlie came in to her apartment with his key. She watched as he batted at the smoke alarm high on the ceiling. After a few tries Charlie finally hit the button to silence the thing.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked, concerned.

Miley nodded miserably, "I tried cooking again."

Charlie chuckled and walked to Miley, wrapping her in his arms. "Why didn't you order out? You know what happens every time you try cooking."

Miley stretched her arms around Charlie's waist and pressed the side of her face against his chest, "I wanted to make you dinner for once, like a wife does for her husband when he comes home from work."

"We're not married yet," Charlie rubbed a soothing hand across Miley's back.

"But we will be one day," Miley looked up at Charlie. "What kind of mother will I be if I can't even cook for our children?"

Charlie narrowed his eyes, "You're not pregnant are you?"

"No," Miley laid her head back against Charlie's chest. "But I've been with Stacy all afternoon, so I've been thinking about that kind of stuff."

"Tough day?" Charlie wondered.

"Kind of," Miley answered. "It was good though, I guess. Stace and I made up, and I think I helped her sort some stuff out. At least, in regards to Brian."

"Well, I had an awesome day."

Miley looked up at Charlie, "Yeah?"

Charlie nodded, "A package came for me."

Miley beamed out an excited smile, "Did you like it?"

"I loved it," Charlie replied. "How did you know I wanted that issue so bad?"

"I remember you staring at that thing like it were a blonde with big boobs."

"You remembered that after all this time, exactly what issue it was?"

Miley shook her head, "I bought it that day, and hid it from you."

Charlie squinted, "You've had it all this time? That was over a year ago!"

"I know," Miley nodded. "I was going to give it to you for your birthday last fall, but then you were at Brown and we were more or less broken up. But I'm glad you like it, I thought it would make a nice present to cheer you up. Our weekend in Miami ended up being kind of a downer."

"I loved it," Charlie said. "But I loved your note even more. I like being the love of your life."

Miley bit her lip and smiled, then leaned close to kiss Charlie. The two teenagers grew entangled, kissing passionately in the middle of the kitchen amidst the stench of burnt casserole. Things quickly escalated and before long Miley was clutching at Charlie's shirt and yanking it from under his khakis. Their kiss broke long enough for Charlie to lift his arms, allowing Miley to pull the shirt off, but then they went right back at it.

Lifting Miley to the kitchen counter, Charlie sweeped away plates and utensils with one motion of his arm. Miley knew instinctively what to do as soon as she was seated on the counter and began unfastening her shorts as they continued to kiss. He pulled her shorts down her tanned legs, bringing her panties along for the ride, but when they got hung up on her sneakers he pulled those off too. While Charlie was working on that, Miley pulled her top off, casting it to the kitchen floor. She didn't have time to work her bra off, because as soon as Charlie moved between her naked and spread legs Miley reached down to begin the process of removing his pants.

Their lips remained connected, with Miley sticking her tongue in hiss mouth. Charlie kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants down his legs. Using his feet to bunch the pants on the floor, Charlie was able to step out of them without having to pull his mouth from Miley's.

Miley was in heaven as Charlie slid her butt to the edge of the counter and started poking at her sex with his erection. No bothersome foreplay, no appetizers, just straight to the main course. It was exactly how she liked her sex and she let Charlie know by clutching an arm around his neck tightly, trying to shove her tongue down his throat.

Charlie grabbed her under her knees and spread her legs. In turn, Miley took a handful of Charlie's length to guide the head of his cock towards her slit; she often aimed for him this way during their couplings. He slid into her easily and Miley gasped at the intrusion; Charlie's near-ten inches never failed to illicit an aroused response.

Curling her legs around his waist, Miley pressed her shapely ankles against the small of his back. She used this hold on him to spur him into action, encouraging Charlie to hump himself deeply into her passage. And still they kissed. She began sucking on Charlie's tongue like it were a cock coming out of his mouth, flicking her own tongue against the tip of his. They're hands explored each other's torsos, groping and fondling. Their bodies moved in unison against one another as Charlie bucked and humped with his hips.

Finally the kiss broke as Charlie started working his hips with more force. His hands found the top of Miley's ass and squeezed. She gasped over Charlie's shoulder, clinging to him tightly with both her arms and her legs as he thundered between her thighs.

Her orgasm arrived first, a sudden and powerful thing. Miley dug her neatly-manicured fingernails into Charlie's back as the orgasm quickly consumed her every sensibility. She didn't scream, her jaw simply went limp and her mouth hung open; gasps were all that escaped. Miley became a quivering rag doll clinging to Charlie for dear life as he fucked her through the orgasm, prolonging her exquisite pleasure with every thrust.

Charlie could feel each flutter of Miley's pussy around his length, and it quickly fueled his own climax. When he felt the surge about to boil over, he arbitrarily pulled out.




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Miley, despite the fact that she was still recovering from an overwhelming orgasm, knew exactly what her man needed. She knew that Charlie enjoyed cumming inside her, but what he liked even more was the feeling of her hand. Charlie didn't like his cock to be 'free' during orgasm; he liked to have his cock held tightly. As soon as he pulled out, Miley instinctively reached between her legs and found Charlie's shaft. She clutched it firmly as his cock pulsed, spilling its warm contents onto her stomach. She mingled the fingers of her other hand into Charlie's brown frock of hair, lovingly clutching his head where his face was buried between her neck and shoulder. She held him that way for several long moments after his orgasm passed, her fingers gently milking the last of his semen onto her upper thigh.

Kissing the top of his head, Miley murmured, "You will always be the love of my life."

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A delivered pizza replaced the burnt casserole. The box lay open on Miley's coffee table as she nibbled on a slice of pepperoni. She was curled next to Charlie on the couch, wearing nothing but a baby doll tee shirt and panties. Her hair was still messy from their lovemaking and she had that happy glow that only an orgasm can provide.

"So you and Stace worked everything out?" Charlie asked, reaching for his can of soda.

"Yep," Miley replied. "We're BFFs again."

"Do you think she and Brian will work it out?"

"Nope," Miley answered bluntly, but honestly.

Charlie frowned, "I think you're right."

"I think he has the hots for Sam," Miley said. "Which reminds me, don't let me forget to ask my dad about editing jobs for her."

"I won't," Charlie assured as he traded his soda for another slice of pizza.

"Sorry about dinner," Miley chewed. "I promise I'll learn how to cook some day. The lives of our future children will depend on it."

"Maybe I'll be the cook in the family," Charlie suggested. "If I'm going to be a writer, I'll probably work from home. You can return every day from your career as a fashion-empress to a well-prepared meal of grilled cheese sandwiches."

Miley giggled, "Or I can just come home with take-out."

"How many kids do you want?" Charlie asked.

Miley considered, "Hmm, I'd say two. I always hated being an only child, you know? I wanted a little sister."

"So you want two girls?"

Miley shook her head, "One of each. We have to have a boy; it would be a shame if you were the world's last geek with a horse-cock."

Charlie nearly spit up a bite of pizza when he laughed.

Miley grinned aside at Charlie. Then her expression sobered, "Charlie..."

Charlie looked back at her, "Yeah?"

"Do you want to move in with me?"

Charlie blinked, startled by the question. "You mean here, into your apartment?"

Miley nodded, "Yeah. I mean, you stay here most nights already. I miss it when you don't, the bed feels so empty, and I love waking up in your arms."

"I don't know," Charlie teased. "You're kind of a loud snorer."

"I am not!" Miley swatted his shoulder. "Be serious. I really want to live together."

"Wow," Charlie scratched the top of his head.

"Don't you want to?" Miley asked.

"Yeah, but... do you think your dad would be okay with it?'

"I don't know why he wouldn't," Miley replied. "He's always been pretty liberal with me, and just because he didn't give you his blessing to marry me doesn't mean he wants us to be apart. He only wants us to wait."

"It would be a lot more convenient than living with my parents once school starts up in the fall."

Miley nodded, "Stacy and me walked to classes every day last year."

"Yeah okay," Charlie suddenly agreed.

Miley beamed, "Really?"

"Why not?" Charlie smiled.

"This is so awesome!" Miley clapped. "But Charlie, you have to remember to put the toilet seat down."



PART 2 - the End of Brian and Stacy

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Stacy sat on the edge of her bed next to Brian. Neither of them knew what to say and several moments of uncomfortable silence had passed.

"You're really considering an abortion?" Brian finally asked.

"I'm not ready to be a mother, Brian. And I don't think you're ready to be a father, either."

Brian exhaled, a heavy weight to his breath, "I'm so sorry."

"About what?" Stacy looked to him.

"About everything," Brian said. "About us, the pregnancy, Miami..."

Stacy tried to smile, "Admit it Brian, we're a really great couple after about three beers. None of this is your fault, we're both to blame. We were careless, not only about the sex but with each other."

"But an abortion? There are other options Stace, like adoption."

Stacy shook her head, "I don't want to be pregnant. I want to go to school in the fall and not be the 'pregnant girl'. I don't want to constantly answer questions about the father, or the name, or any of that. I don't want my body to carry the scar of a baby I gave away; it would be a constant reminder that my child is somewhere out there. I know that sounds selfish, but I can't do it Brian."

Brian put an arm around Stacy as she burst into tears.

"It's my body, my life," Stacy cried. "I should be able to be selfish."

"I'll support you no matter what you decide," Brian assured her. "If you choose to have an abortion, I'll be right there with you. If you decide to have it, I'll carry your books at school. If you decide to be a mother, I'll be a father."

Stacy sniffled, curling an arm around Brian and leaning her head against his shoulder.

Brian brushed a length of Stacy's blonde hair out of her face.

"Miley told me you like that Sam girl," Stacy sniffed. "Sorry about punching her."

"I don't really know her that well," Brian spoke softly. "Besides, she's in Miami, I'm here... I'm not really into the whole long-distance thing."

Stacy breathed out a teary laugh, "Yeah that never works. Look at what it did to Miley and Charlie last year."

"Regardless, we're still going to be friends, right? Just because we're not together doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"I hope so," Stacy sniffled again. "Other than Miley you're the best friend I have."

"You're not going to start dating Adrian Miller again are you?" Brian asked. "Because I always thought that guy was kind of a tool."

Stacy chuckled, sitting up and wiping a tear off her cheek. "He's better than that Brett guy Miley was seeing for a while."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Oh god, don't even remind me about him."

Stacy reached to her nightstand for a tissue, "We're going to be okay, right? I'm really scared, Brian. Abortions, breaking up, I feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel."

Brian nodded, "Everything is going to work out. I promise."

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Charlie stood motionless as he stared through the glass case at the mall's jewelry store. He really wanted to get Miley something nice for her birthday, but everything was so expensive! His job at the comic book store didn't pay very well and Charlie would need all the money he could earn over the summer to pay for school.

"Hi," an attractive girl with a throaty voice greeted Charlie from behind the counter. "Is there anything you'd like me to show you?"

"No, thanks." Charlie replied with a sigh, "I'm just looking."

"Getting a little sticker-shock?" the girl asked gently.

"Actually, yeah. Am I that obvious?"

The girl smiled, "Maybe I can help. What's the occasion?"

"My girlfriend's birthday is next week," Charlie lamented. "And I have no idea what to get her."

"Have you two been together long?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually we're engaged. She's the greatest girl in the world, and I want to get her something nice, but I'm a little tight on cash."

"Why don't you come over here," the girl walked over to another counter. "Sometimes it's not the price tag, but the sentiment."

Charlie followed her to another glass case.

Sliding the display open from the back, she selected a charm necklace. "This is a two-piece set," the girl explained. "The charm is shaped like a heart, but it's split in two; the idea being that the couple each carries part of the other's heart with them. The charm is plated in 14 carrot gold but it's very reasonably priced with a modest chain."

"That's pretty cool," Charlie leaned in close to look. "How much is it?"

The girl smiled, "Well, with my employee discount it would only be around a hundred and eighty nine dollars."

Charlie looked at her, "You'd do that for me?"

"You work over at the comic shop, right?

Charlie nodded, "Yes."

"Yeah, I've seen you with your girlfriend. You guys make a really cute couple; I'd love to help out. Tell you what, if you like it I'll have our engraver put your names on each half, free of charge."

"Oh wow, that would be awesome. I'll take it."

"Cool," the girl smiled brightly. "I'm Haley, by the way."

"Haley, you just made my day. Thank you so much."

Haley winked, "I'm a sucker for young love."

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Miley tried to concentrate on applying polish to her toenails, which wasn't an easy feat one-handed. Her other hand was tied up holding her cell phone to her ear, "So that's it? You guys are over for good?"

"I think so, yeah." Stacy replied.

"Oh Stace, I'm so sorry."

"It's kind of a relief, actually. And it wasn't a bad break-up, it's like we both knew it was inevitable. For once I think I'll actually remain friends with an ex, I still care a lot for Brian. We've been through a lot together, both in and out of this crazy relationship."

"That's really cool," Miley replied. "Brian's such a sweetheart; I know he'll still be there for you whenever you need a friend."

"You two have gotten close," Stacy remarked. "I can tell."

"Who?" Miley asked, "Brian and I?"

"Yeah."

"Well, he's Charlie's best friend," Miley commented. "And since Charlie and I are connected at the hip that kind of makes Brian one of my best friends too, by default."

Stacy chuckled, "You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You freely admit that you're completely whipped."

Miley smiled, dipping her tiny brush for more polish. "I love him, Stace. I can't imagine life without him."

"I know," Stacy replied. "It makes me insanely jealous that you've found your perfect man."

"You will too," Miley promised.

"I hope so."

"Guess what?" Miley beamed, "Charlie's moving in!"

"What? When?"

"Maybe this weekend, I don't know. We haven't decided if... shit!"

"What?"

"I just smeared polish all over my toe," Miley complained. "Crap, I need some bathroom time. I'll call you later?"

"Okay hon, later."

Miley hung up her phone and set it on the coffee table. She trotted into the bathroom on her heels like a penguin so that she didn't mess up her toenails. As she began washing polish off her toe, she heard the apartment door open. "Hey baby, is that you?" 

"Yeah," Charlie called.

"How was work?"

"It was okay," Charlie appeared in the bathroom doorway. "Theo dropped a big box of Pokémon cards on his foot and had to go home early, so I was pretty busy all afternoon."

Miley was fitting cotton balls between her toes, "Oh my god, is he okay?"

"He'll live."

Miley waddled over to Charlie and kissed his cheek, "Is that why you're late?"

"No, actually I was shopping after work."

Miley looked confused, "You went shopping without me? You never do that."

"I had no choice. I was buying your birthday present," Charlie's voice carried a teasing tone.

Miley suddenly beamed, "Really? Can I have it now?"

Charlie laughed, "Your birthday isn't until next week!"

"I know," Miley whined. "But I want it now."

"Forget it," Charlie grinned.

Miley made a pouting sound, "Will you at least give me a clue?"

"Sure," Charlie agreed, turning to walk out of the bathroom. "A really cute girl named Haley sold it to me."

Miley followed after him like a lost puppy, still walking funny. "She was cute? Did she flirt with you?"

"Maybe a little," Charlie replied smugly, walking into the kitchen.

"Charlie!"

Charlie opened up the fridge, looking for a soda. "Don't worry, I told her I was engaged."

"You bet your ass you are," Miley frowned.

Charlie gave Miley a dubious look, "Are you jealous?"

Miley forced a pout, "Maybe a little."

Charlie searched the fridge, "Are you out of Mountain Dew?"

"Yeah, but I think there's some diet in there. How cute was she?"

Charlie made a sour face at the mention of diet soda, "That's hard to quantify."

"Well, on a scale of one to ten where would you rank her cuteness?"

Charlie decided to go without a soda rather than drink diet. He shut the fridge and turned to Miley, "Give me an example of a ten?"

"Umm," Miley thought out loud. "Katy Perry."

"Then Haley was a definite nine," Charlie said.

"Oh wow, so she was cute!"

"That's what I'm saying," Charlie agreed.

Miley asked, "Did you want to make out with her?"

"Of course not," Charlie answered. "Don't be jealous."

"I'm not," Miley reached up and touched Charlie's chest. "Would you rather watch me make out with her?"

Charlie was about to shake his head, but then thought about that question for a second.

Miley watched Charlie with a smile, waiting until his thoughts were completely distracted. "So where does Haley work?" she asked, her tone completely casual.

"She works at the-" Charlie had to catch himself. "You are so sneaky! You almost had me..."

"Come on, Charlie!" Miley whined, stamping her foot in frustration. "Just tell me what it is? I promise I'll act surprised on my birthday?"

"You're so adorable when you act spoiled," Charlie grinned.

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

Charlie shook his head, "You'll just have to be patient."

"Fine," Miley sighed. "But I've never been very good at being patient."

"Do you want to have sex?" Charlie suddenly asked.

Miley blinked, startled by the subject change. "Right now?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "I've been horny all day. Plus I've been thinking about you, which only makes it worse."

"Well, if you're horny..." Miley quickly forgot about her present. "Sure hon. Do you want to go into the bedroom and fool around for a while?"

Charlie chuckled at Miley's frankness, "Yeah, that's exactly what I need."

"Cool," Miley said, leading the way to the bedroom. She peeled her top off and sat at the edge of the bed to remove the cotton from between her toes, "Do you need me to get you hard?"

Charlie stopped in the middle of the room to strip his clothes off, then approached Miley with his semi-erect length sticking straight forward.

Miley took hold of Charlie's shaft and began to gently stroke it for him, "How come you've been so horny today?"

"I keep thinking about that hot sex we had in the kitchen last night."

Miley grinned, "That was hot, wasn't it? It was really sexy when you pulled out and came on my tummy."

Charlie watched as Miley eagerly jerked him off, her practiced hand quickly bringing his cock to its full erect length.

Miley smoothed her hand along his shaft once it was hard, admiring its size. "Do you want to fuck me now?" she asked, completely casual and open about their love life. Sex to Miley was like breathing, in that it was effortless and natural; she approached sex without a hint of shame or subterfuge.

Charlie slowly lowered himself to his knees, kneeling in front of Miley where she sat on the edge of the bed. He paused briefly to kiss her before lowering his lips further.

Miley smiled warmly as Charlie suckled on her nipples, "I love it when you kiss me. Even after all this time you still make my lips tingle. I could... oh god!"

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as Charlie arrived between Miley's legs, licking her sex. She immediately grabbed the back of his head and encouraged Charlie to continue, parting her knees as well. "Oh god, Charlie. That feels so good."

Charlie glanced up, "I want to make you cum this way. I want to taste it."

Miley nodded quickly, completely agreeable. "Okay. Stick a couple fingers into me," she instructed. "I like feeling you inside my pussy, even if it's not your cock."

Charlie pinched his pointer and middle fingers together tightly and pushed them into the entrance of Miley's slit. She breathed in sharply as he pushed them to the middle knuckle. Charlie began wriggling his fingers within her, rubbing them against the pliant walls of her passage.

"Oh shit," Miley moaned. "That feels nice. Now... use your thumb on my clitty. Make it... make it poke out. You'll know that you have me really hot when my clit is like a hard little button."

Charlie was good at following instructions and began circling the pad of his thumb against her tiny little sensitive spot. "You're so wet already, you're dripping."

Miley bit her lower lip, "It makes me want your cock."

"You don't like my hand?" Charlie wondered.

"Oh god, baby. I love your hand. You can masturbate me all night if you want to. But whenever I masturbate alone I think about the way that big thing of yours fills me up so perfectly. I usually end up stuffing myself full of my toy."

"Where is your toy?"

"In the nightstand."

Miley whimpered when Charlie abandoned her, laying back onto the bed to watch him find her big ten inch dildo. "I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

"I do," Charlie said as he returned to the bed. "But first I want to lick an orgasm out of your cunt."

Miley curled at the back as she felt the cold intrusion of her toy. "Oh fuck," she moaned. "I like it when you call my pussy a 'cunt', it's so dirty."

Charlie drove the Long Johnson like a slow piston for a while, fucking half of it in and out of Miley until she was writhing on the bed. Her legs were squirming and she dug her fingers into the bedspread. Eventually he lowered his mouth against her sex, rubbing the textured surface of his tongue against the stiff little button poking out.

Miley was delirious with pleasure, continuously riding the edge of a pending orgasm. Fluid leaked from her pussy like tree sap, causing the insides of her thighs and butt cheeks to glisten from the moisture. "Make me cum," she whimpered softly.

Charlie slid the dildo deeply into Miley, pushing until he met resistance, and then left it there to protrude from her pussy. Stretching his arms, Charlie grabbed two handfuls of Miley's small breasts as he started flicking his tongue against her hard little nub.

Miley's breath became labored and she dug her fingers into Charlie's hair, grabbing his head. "I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Take it out... take it out..."

Charlie quickly pulled on the Long Johnson, sliding it free of Miley's sheath. Then Miley took over, using her palms to push on the back of Charlie's head. He began lapping at her slit as she pushed his face between her legs, tasting the fluids as they poured from her, each motion of his tongue dragging against her exploding clit.

"Oh my god! I'm fucking cumming," Miley cried. "Taste my pussy, baby. Lick my pussy... oh god that feels so amazing! Don't stop, don't stop eating me..."

The only reason Charlie knew that Miley's orgasm finally subsided was because her thighs loosened from the vice grip they had on the sides of his face. He lifted his head, cheeks glistening, and watched as Miley stretched out on the bed with spread arms and legs. She looked exhausted and Charlie wondered if she had the will to continue, because he was as hard as a rock!

Miley smiled up at Charlie when he stood, biting her lip when she saw the state of his throbbing erection. She slowly got up and crawled along the bed to grasp him at the base of his shaft. "Look at you," she whispered. "You look ready to explode."

Charlie nodded, his entire length throbbed as Miley took hold of it. He watched as she parted her mouth and dragged her upper lip against the head of his cock, and then slowly licked it with a seductive tongue.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 18



"You're all twitchy already," Miley said, caressing his soft underside against her face. She nuzzled and cuddled with his cock, kissing it softly with her lips. "Why don't you lie down?"

Charlie lowered himself to the bed and lay back. Miley quickly crawled over him and straddled his thighs, her dripping sex hovering over his erection. Charlie immediately started pushing his hips upwards; trying to gain entrance, but Miley lifted her ass and denied him.

"Have you been day-dreaming about my pussy all day?" Miley whispered, brushing her lips against his.

"Yeah," Charlie admitted with a soft reply.

"Tell me," Miley kissed the corner of Charlie's mouth. "Tell me what you've been thinking."

"There's a little room in the back of the store," Charlie explained, "at the end of the magazine aisle. It's where the porn is."

"Mm-hm," Miley prompted him to continue. She started rubbing her pussy lips teasingly against the underside of Charlie's cock.

"I was in there stocking some new magazines and DVDs," Charlie explained. "On one of the magazine covers there was a girl who looked like you."

"Tell me about her," Miley asked, kissing Charlie's chin as she continued to tease his cock with her damp sex, rubbing her slit against his long shaft.

"She had dark curly hair," Charlie whispered. "And small breasts. She had her arms folded to conceal them, on the cover picture. She was tan, skinny, and really pretty."

"Did you want to fuck her?" Miley asked. Before Charlie could even answer, she continued, "Did you want to take the magazine into the bathroom with you, and think about sticking your big cock in her while you jerked off?"

Charlie closed his eyes and nodded. It was excruciating the way Miley kept sliding her sex along his shaft, rolling her hips back and forth. His hands went to her ass and Charlie tried to steer her into allowing him entrance, but Miley lifted her pussy just out of reach every time she felt Charlie's cockhead poking at her.

"Did you open the magazine and look at her naughty pictures?"

"Y-yes."

Miley smiled softly at his admittance. She adored that Charlie was always honest with her. It didn't bother her that Charlie admired, or even fantasized about other women. It turned her on to know that even though Charlie would look, she was the one he would choose over any other girl.

Charlie's mouth suddenly hung open in absolute pleasure as the warmth of Miley's sex suddenly surrounded his cock. He gasped out a moan, clutching Miley's hips as she sat up and let her weight fuel the impalement. Miley smiled down at him, then folded her arms across her breasts the same way she imagined the cover girl did based on Charlie's description.

"Fuck..." Charlie hissed. The warmth and friction of Miley's pussy was almost too much to handle. His shaft was unbelievably sensitive due to the length of time he'd had his erection, and of course from Miley's dirty-talk.

"Is this how you would have imagined fucking her, Charlie?"

Charlie could only nod as Miley began bouncing up and down on his shaft.

Miley kept her arms folded across her chest, "Did you want to shoot your nasty goo on the cover of that dirty magazine? Huh baby? Did you want to jerk off and spray her picture with your sticky stuff?"

"Uhn!" Charlie exploded, thrusting up with his hips.

Miley felt her insides flood with his heat. She wasn't surprised by his quick orgasm; they had been carrying on for a while after all, and Miley had certainly tried her best to torment him. "Oh fuck, baby," Miley cooed. "Oh god, it feels so good when you cum in me like that..."

Charlie bucked several times, ejecting more pleasure with every push of his hips.

"Jesus, Charlie." Miley laid herself upon Charlie's torso, kissing his jaw, "If I wasn't on the pill you would have just knocked me up for sure."

Charlie curled his arms around Miley, "Can we do that again? You know, after a few minutes?"

Miley giggled, "Baby, you can fuck me all night long if you want to."



PART 3 – A Golden Birthday

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The following week passed quickly for Charlie. He worked every day but Sunday, which he spent packing his belongings. His parents, Olivia in particular, weren't thrilled with the idea of Charlie moving in with Miley. But Charlie was nineteen years old and there wasn't much they could do to stop him.

Olivia adored Miley, that wasn't the problem, but she felt like her son was growing up too fast. Earlier that summer Charlie had transferred from Brown University, an Ivy League school, just so that he could attend school in Tallahassee; a decision entirely based on the fact that Charlie wanted to be with Miley. When they got engaged Olivia was happy for Charlie, but felt like he and Miley were rushing into it. Now her son wanted to move out.

It was Charlie's father who convinced Olivia to let Charlie go without a fight. John told her that Charlie was a man and needed to stand or fall based on his own decisions. Her husband was right, Olivia knew, and she took comfort in the fact that Charlie and Miley were quite obviously in love with one another. Eventually she'd have to let Charlie go, her youngest son, but Olivia never expected it to happen so soon.

For Miley the days passed much slower. She harassed Charlie every day about her birthday present, hoping he'd cave and give it to her early. It wasn't that Miley was so overly-materialistic that she couldn't wait; it simply pleased her that Charlie seemed so proud of the gift. She enjoyed bugging him about it, to let him know how much he and his gift meant to her. It really didn't matter to Miley what the gift was, it was far more important to her that Charlie went out of his way to make her feel special. He excelled at making her feel like the most important girl in the universe, and that's what Miley loved most about Charlie.

She also couldn't wait for Charlie to move in, which they agreed would happen the weekend after Miley's birthday (which fell on a Thursday). As a child Miley loved 'playing house' and when Charlie moved in it would be her first opportunity to live out the adult version of her favorite childhood game. She spent her days, while Charlie was at work, cleaning and organizing the apartment. She made sure there was enough space for Charlie to put his things, and even cleared off an entire shelf of valuable real-estate in the bathroom.

When Miley's birthday finally arrived she was entirely too excited. Her father had planned a small party for her and Miley spent the entire day getting ready. She treated herself, and Stacy, to a spa visit and then rushed home to work on her hair and make-up.

Little did Miley know that three drop-outs from the very high school she graduated from would spoil her day in a disastrous manner.

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The three young men walked through the mall's parking lot laughing and joking, half-drunk and spoiling for some viscous entertainment. They were the sort that mugged little old ladies instead of helping them across the street, so when they spotted Charlie walking towards them from the mall they saw an easy mark.

Just off work and distracted, Charlie was oblivious to the danger. His only thoughts were of hurrying home to change, and then picking Miley up so the two of them could go to the birthday party her father had arranged. Charlie never feared walking through the parking lot alone, especially in the daylight. It was a suburban shopping mall, after all, where families and bored teenagers hung out – not muggers.

He never saw them coming.

Charlie was in the midst of fumbling with his car keys while digging his cell phone out of his pocket. He wanted to call Miley and let her know what time he would be by to pick her up, but before he even dialed her number a sharp pain reverberated from his lower back as one of the thugs punched him in the kidney. Charlie fell to the sounds of laughter, the rough concrete scraping his hands. He curled up when the three men started kicking him, hoping to defend himself somewhat, but Charlie saw stars when one kick blasted against his rib cage and stole his breath. Things went dark when the next blow landed upon his head.

Unaware of his pockets being searched, Charlie didn't know how long he lay in the parking lot between his car and another. He somehow gained enough awareness to try crawling, but the movement caused him excruciating pain and he quickly grew dizzy. Fearing that he would soon pass out again, Charlie feebly glanced around hoping to see someone willing to help him and suddenly spotted his cell phone lying on the concrete.

Charlie groaned in pain as he reached for it, only to discover the phone had been stepped on and was of no use. Afterwards, a more lasting blackness came.

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Miley stood on the sidewalk outside her near-campus apartment building dressed in a blue floral sundress; Charlie's favorite. Her father had rented the party room at a local bar/restaurant, and Miley certainly wanted to look nice for the party, but really she only wanted to look pretty for Charlie. She had spent an hour on her hair, getting the curls to coil up into bouncy tendrils which he seemed to like so much. She even sprinkled some glitter on with her make-up, because that always seemed to make Charlie drool.

The only problem was: no Charlie.

Miley grew concerned by 5:45pm when Charlie still hadn't showed up or called. Miley tried ringing his cell phone but it kept going to voice mail. She tried the comic book store where Charlie worked and reached Theo, who told her Charlie had left work an hour early so he'd have time to go home and change.

Frowning, Miley slipped her phone away into her purse and peered down the street in the hopes she would see Charlie's car turning the corner. It was her birthday, her golden birthday, and above all else the thing Miley wanted most was to be with her boyfriend. She wanted his eyes to light up when he saw her and for Charlie to tell her how beautiful she looked.

But there was no sign of him. Where could he be?

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Haley hurried through the parking lot, late for her shift at the mall's jewelry store. She was moving so fast she nearly missed it, but something in the corner of her eye caused her to glance between two parked cars. It was a prone figure.

As Haley approached she saw that it was a young male, but he wasn't moving. "Hello? Hello, are you all right?"

Squatting next to him, Haley gasped when she saw the young man. Despite the fact that half of his face was covered in blood, Haley recognized Charlie from when he had been in the store a week prior.

"Oh god," Haley panicked for a moment, then frantically dug in her purse for her cell phone. "Charlie!" she suddenly remembered his name. "Charlie, can you hear me?"

There was no response. Haley pressed two fingers against Charlie's neck as she dialed 911, but couldn't feel a pulse.

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Miley was growing frantic. She started calling numbers, wondering if perhaps anyone had heard from Charlie. She tried Stacy first, then Brian, but neither of them had seen Charlie. She tried calling Charlie's house next, hoping he was there, but no answer came. Was it possible that Charlie forgot to pick her up for her birthday party and was already there?

She was about to call her father when Miley's phone buzzed in her hand. She didn't even look to see who it was before clicking the button to answer, "Charlie?!?"

"No honey, it's me," Olivia said on the other end, her voice clearly upset.

"Olivia?" Miley bit her lip, "What is it, what's wrong? Have you seen Charlie? He was supposed to pick me-"

"The hospital just called," Olivia interrupted, her voice catching with despair. "They said that he was attacked and beaten."

"Oh my god," Miley cried, tears flooding her eyes. "Is he okay? Is he going to be all right?"

"I don't know, honey. John and I are on our way to the hospital now from your party. Your father is on his way to pick you up and bring you to the hospital, I told him I'd call you and tell you to stay put until he gets there."

Miley felt her throat tighten around her words which came out in a jumbled panic.

"Calm down, Miley," Olivia was choking back her own tears as well. "Your father will bring you to the hospital; I'll be waiting for you there, okay? Just stay put, Jack will be there in a little while."

Miley nodded, "O-okay." She tried getting a grip after hanging up, but the sudden thought of a life without Charlie caused Miley to explode in sobs. Her worst fears over the last hour had suddenly become reality.

(to be continued)

[edited by manda126]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 19



PART 1 - Waking Up is Hard to Do

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At first there was only a murky fog of awareness, followed by a throbbing pain. For a long while that pain was all that existed, and he tried lifting an arm to touch the center of it. But that only created a second source of pain and he decided not to try moving again.

Then something pleasant happened as a gentle and loving touch brushed across his cheek.

"...Charlie...?"

The voice sounded familiar, but also very far away as though spoken from the far end of a tunnel.

"...Charlie can you hear me...?"

His name was Charlie! Yes, that much he knew to be true. But what else was there? Wasn't it someone's birthday? Someone important. He needed more information, but how could he get it? Then it occurred to him: open your eyes. Open your eyes, Charlie...

"Please open your eyes, Charlie... please be okay."

"M-mom?" Charlie's eyes fluttered open.

Olivia let out a quiet sob of joy, "I'm here, honey."

Charlie tried to speak again but his throat only croaked. He realized his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

"Sshh," Olivia urged quietly. "It's okay, honey. You're okay. You're in the hospital."

Charlie blinked and looked around using only his eyes. His head hurt too much to try turning. It was dark, nighttime he figured, with only a dim soft light coming from behind him. "I feel like shit," he said hoarsely.

"You have three broken ribs, a concussion, and ten stitches in your head," Olivia whispered, caressing Charlie's cheek.

"That would explain it," Charlie croaked.

Olivia breathed out a soft, sobbing laugh. She silently thanked God for bringing her son back to her.

Charlie indicated, "...thirsty..."

Olivia nodded and reached across Charlie out of his view. He closed his eyes to rest them from the effort of being awake, and then felt a straw at his lips.

"Go easy," Olivia instructed. "It's water."

"What happened?" Charlie asked, licking his dry lips after the drink.

"You were attacked by muggers, in the mall parking lot. Do you remember anything?"

Charlie shook his head, which hurt enough for him to wince. "No."

"A girl who works at the jewelry store found you and called 911. You were unconscious, lying by your car."

"Haley?" Charlie asked, surprising himself by remembering the name.

Olivia nodded, "Do you know her?"

"Not really," Charlie whispered, sucking some more water through the straw. "How long have I been out?"

"Two days," Olivia answered.

A tear suddenly streaked down Charlie's cheek.

"What is it?" Olivia murmured worriedly. "Are you in pain?"

"I missed Miley's birthday," Charlie whispered sadly.

"Oh sweetie," Olivia sniffled. "I'm pretty sure she'll forgive you."

"Where is she? Where's Miley?"

"She's here," Olivia looked over her shoulder towards a short couch, where Miley was curled up and sleeping. "She's just four feet from you. She's asleep, the poor thing. She hasn't left your side since they put you in this room and has barely slept a wink. I'll wake her..."

Miley stirred when she felt a gentle shake of her shoulder, glancing up at Olivia.

"He just woke up, sweetie." Olivia smiled.

Miley shot up like a spring, "Charlie!?"

She rushed to the side of the bed, sobbing with happiness. "Oh Charlie, thank God. Oh baby..."

Olivia smiled at the two young lovers, "I'm going to get a nurse."

Charlie smiled weakly, "Hey."

Miley took Charlie's hand, kissing the back of it, "Hi."

"Sorry I missed your birthday," Charlie muttered.

Miley laughed and cried at the same time, tears dripping from her eyes. "It's okay, baby. We'll try it again next year."

"Will you do me a favor?" Charlie asked weakly.

"Of course," Miley wiped her cheek. "Anything."

"Pinch me."

"Pinch you?"

Charlie nodded slowly, "I need to make sure I'm awake, because you're as beautiful as an angel."

Miley's laugh caught in her throat as she cried tears of happiness, "Oh Charlie, I missed you so much."

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Charlie slept for much of the remaining night after a brief visit with a nurse. He felt stronger in the morning and was able to sit up in bed. His rubs hurt when he moved a certain way or breathed too deeply, but pain killers kept the throbbing in his head at bay.

John, Charlie's father, arrived around breakfast so Olivia could go home to shower and rest. But Miley refused to leave Charlie's side. The nurses practically had to tie her down when they took Charlie for an MRI and a few other tests, but Miley was waiting as soon as Charlie returned.

Several visitors came in the afternoon; including Charlie's grandmother, Jack, Brian, Stacy, and even Chip from the comic book store (Theo sent his best, having to work). But no matter who else was in the room, Miley remained beside Charlie's bed seeing to his every need.

After supper Charlie was napping, exhausted from a long day.

"We're going to keep him for another day or two, just to monitor his progress," a doctor was telling Charlie's parents. "Concussions can be a tricky thing, but I'm sure your son will make a full recovery."

"Thank you, Doctor." John shook his hand.

"Miley? Sweetie, do you want a ride?" Olivia asked. "John and I are going to go home; we both could use a full night's sleep in an actual bed."

Miley shook her head, "No, I'm going to stay."

"Are you sure?" Olivia sounded concerned. "Honey, you haven't left this room for three days."

"I'm okay," Miley was firm. "Dad brought me some clothes and there's a shower in the bathroom. I want to stay with Charlie. I won't leave him."

Olivia let out a soft sigh, then moved to give Miley a hug. She could see there would be no arguing with her future daughter, "Take good care of my little boy, okay? And try to get some rest."

Miley nodded against Olivia's shoulder, hugging her tightly. "I will, I promise."

"I love you," Olivia whispered.

Miley blinked as they broke the hug, looking to Olivia with a surprised expression. She had never said anything like that to Miley before.

Olivia smiled softly at Miley, cupping her cheek with a palm. "How could I not love someone who obviously cares so much for my son? I don't know what I would have done without you for these three days. I've been very thankful to have you here, Miley, you've become like a daughter to me."

Miley teared up for about the hundredth time in the last three days, "I love you too, Olivia."

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It was later in the evening when Charlie awoke from his rest. His mouth was dry again, which seemed a constant, so he looked around for some water. He saw that Miley was on the couch flipping through a magazine.

"Hey," Charlie said.

"Hey," Miley returned, uncurling herself from the small couch and moving towards Charlie's hospital bed. "How do you feel?"

"Pretty good, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

Miley poured some ice water from a nearby pitcher, instinctively knowing Charlie would want some. "The doctor said you could go home in a day or two, as long as there aren't any lingering effects from your concussion."

"That's awesome; I can't wait to get out of here." Charlie sipped some of the water through a straw, "Where are my parents?"

"They went home; they'll be back in the morning."

"You don't have to stay-"

"I'm not leaving until you do." Miley stated flatly. "I took a shower about an hour ago, and this couch is actually pretty comfortable."

Charlie looked around, "How did I get a single room? Usually they stuff two to a room."

"You have no idea how many cocks I had to suck to get you this room," Miley joked.

Charlie blinked at Miley, then snorted out a laugh which stung in the ribs. The pain was worth the levity.

Miley grinned, sitting in a bedside chair facing Charlie. "All the doubles were full, so they put you here."

"Thank you," Charlie murmured. "For staying, I mean. I like having you here."

Miley reached and took Charlie's hand in both of hers, caressing his palm and wrist with the tips of her fingers. "You're my man, Charlie. In sickness or health, and all that."

Charlie smiled, closing his eyes for a moment. He enjoyed the way Miley was caressing his hand. "Mom said Haley found me."

"Yeah," Miley confirmed. "Do you remember anything, baby? Do you remember getting attacked?"

Charlie shook his head, "They must have jumped me from behind."

"The police were here, that first day. They said there have been other muggings nearby; they think they can catch the guys. Evidently there are three of them."

"I hope they get them."

Miley reached up and pushed some of Charlie's brown hair off the bandage decorating his left forehead. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded, sitting up slowly. "I need to pee really badly."

Miley giggled, "Okay. I think the two of us can manage that if we work together."

Charlie grinned, really happy that Miley was there. "I feel grubby too. You mentioned a shower?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded. "There's a big stall in the bathroom, big enough for a wheelchair to pull into. You want to try that?"

"Maybe," Charlie said. "Let's see how the peeing goes first."

Miley helped Charlie slowly get out of bed and onto his feet. His ribs hurt every time he needed to use his chest muscles, or when he moved a certain way, but it was tolerable. Miley kept her hand on Charlie's shoulder since he looked a little wobbly, and they started a slow trek towards the bathroom.

"How do you feel?" Miley wondered.

"I'm a little dizzy; I better sit down to pee. I'm not sure a shower is in the cards."

Miley got him to the toilet, "There you go, babe. You know what? I'm gonna get a stool to put in the shower. There's room enough for the two of us in there and I can help you."

It took a while since Charlie need to move so slowly, but before long Miley had him undressed and sitting on a stool within the bathroom's shower stall. Casually, Miley started to take her own clothes off.

"What are you doing?" Charlie looked surprised.

"Well, you can't do it by yourself; you can barely turn your chest. I'll help."

"But Miley, what if a nurse comes in or something?"

Miley smirked, pulling her top off. "Relax, Charlie. What are they going to do, throw us in the hospital jail for getting naked and showering together? You need help, and I'm your fiancé. We're not doing anything naughty."

Charlie watched as a naked Miley entered the shower stall and started the water, "I suppose you're right." She had positioned Charlie so that the shower would spray over the back of his shoulders; the warm water felt fantastic.

Miley had brought in a sponge which she held under the water for a few moments, and then she lathered it up with soap before she rubbed it gently against Charlie's shoulders. She took special care against his back where his ribs were broken, then stepped around in front of Charlie.

"This is exactly what I needed," Charlie said. The only real problem was that it felt too good. Plus, poor Charlie was now faced with a wet and naked Miley.

Miley smiled, rubbing the sponge against his chest. She bit her lip over a crooked smile when Charlie's penis started to stir, "I can't believe you."

"What?" Charlie sounded defensive. "I can't help it, you're in here with me naked and you look so sexy..."

Miley rinsed the sponge before squatting in front of Charlie. She washed the inside of his thighs, then rubbed the soft sponge against Charlie's growing erection. "You must be feeling better," she teased.

Charlie joked dryly, "I could be on my death bed and you'd probably still be able to give me an erection."

Miley smiled, taking that as a compliment. "Do you want me to...?"

Charlie furrowed his brow, "I'm not sure it's a good-"

Miley interrupted, "I-I mean, only if you wanted...?"

Charlie considered, "I suppose as long as I'm not straining my ribs?"

Miley nodded in agreement, "I'd be real gentle."

Charlie smiled, "I love you."

Miley beamed, "I love you too."

Charlie sucked in some breath when he felt Miley's hand grip his cock, wincing at the pressure his lungs put on his ribs. "Are we being naughty now?" he murmured.

Miley giggled, "When aren't we being naughty?"

"You're going to kill me," Charlie said.

Miley stroked him extra-cautiously, moving her hand slowly up and down Charlie's length. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked just as his erection seemed to achieve its full stature.

"No," Charlie replied as he closed his eyes. He luxuriated beneath the warm spray of shower water as Miley began jerking him off. Her hand went agonizingly slow, but Charlie was thankful for it. He tried not to contract his chest muscles and relaxed as much as he was able, but feared a clenching orgasm would bring more pain than pleasure.

He was willing to risk it.

Miley twisted her grip around him, "Don't worry, I'll go real easy and give you a nice gentle orgasm."

"I can't believe we're doing this..."

"It's okay," Miley assured him. "You need a good cum, baby. Orgasms are good for you. Your big cock is used to ejaculating almost every day, so you probably have a big load of goo in your balls that we need to work out."

"You'd be a very popular nurse, you know that?"

Miley grinned, working her hand to the head of Charlie's cock and flicking her thumb on the underside of his crown. "I just know my man. Your cock needs to get jerked off regularly otherwise it gets all hard and throbby. I can't have you sprouting a boner every time a cute nurse walks into the room. She'd probably get one look at this monster and want to stuff her pussy full of it."

"Oh god, Miley, you're so dirty...."

Miley slid her had down to the base of Charlie's shaft, squeezing it tightly before drawing it back up until her fist bumped against the ridge of his head. "It's true," she remarked. "But I'll beat it off real good." Miley knew she couldn't masturbate Charlie too vigorously, so it would take some dirty talk to help him get off. "Do you want to cum on my tits, baby? You can make as big a mess as you want."

"Yeah," Charlie nodded, thinking that sounded good.

"Are you sure?" Miley looked up at him with cutesy blue eyes. "Because you can cum on my ass if you want? I'll turn around for you and let you shoot it all over my butt. It's always so sexy when you're fucking me doggy style and pull out, because I can feel your hot seeds landing all over my ass."

Charlie groaned, trying to sit as still as he could and not jar his tender ribs.

"Or do you want me to be really dirty?" Miley asked. "I could cup my palm and aim your goo into it, that way you could watch me lick it up like a cum-hungry slut."

Charlie's cock twitched violently in Miley's hand after she suggested that. His breath grew sharp and he tried not to inhale too deeply.

Scratching her fingernails against Charlie's soft underside, Miley watched his cock bob and sway in the air. "Look at how hard that makes you, thinking about your pretty girlfriend licking your nasty cum up. You're such a dirty boy, Charlie."

The shower stall was filling with a thick steam but Charlie could see Miley well enough, squatting in front of him. She began playing with herself even as she continued to steadily masturbate him. Her curls matted to the side of her head from the condensation and humidity, but droplets of water beaded on her tanned skin and she looked as sexy as ever to Charlie.

"God damn, baby," Miley cursed, feeling Charlie's cock harden. "I hope you heal quickly because right now I want to stuff my cunt full of you soooo badly."

"Is your clit getting stiff?" Charlie whispered.

Miley nodded, biting her lip with arousal.

"Is your pussy getting all wet inside?"

"Yes," Miley squeaked.

"Grab your tit for me," Charlie instructed.

Miley looked up at him.

Charlie brushed Miley's hand off his erection and replaced it with his own, "I want to watch you play with your own tits."

Miley moaned, clutching a palm-full of her breast and squeezing it. Her other hand remained between her squatting legs. She watched as Charlie stroked himself, his pace slightly faster than hers. He seemed to be fine, as long as he kept his torso mostly stationary.

"You're such a naughty girl, Miley. Look at how horny you are, tricking you injured boyfriend into getting a big hard-on just so you could play with it."

Miley moaned as her clit sent a little orgasmic spark through her body.

"I bet you want me to cum all over you," Charlie said, turning the tables of dirty talk. "Is that what you want? For me to shoot my cum all over your sexy little naked body?"

"Oh Charlie...!" Miley gasped. Her knees dropped to the shower floor as an orgasm stole the strength from her legs. "Cum on me..." she begged wantonly. "Make me feel slutty, baby... I need it!"

Charlie grunted, pumping his cock as fast as he dared. His semen shot forward with the potency of a rocket, a long strand of it landing diagonally across Miley's face. He winced in pain as the muscles of his chest contracted around broken ribs, but that was nothing when compared to the pleasure of orgasm.

More cum flew from Charlie's tip to splatter on Miley's thighs and the shower floor, but she didn't let any more go to waste. Miley leaned forward and grabbed Charlie's cock, sucking the head of it between her lips so that the rest of his pleasure oozed out into her waiting mouth. She suckled on the head of his cock as her own orgasm ran its course, drinking down his fluids.

Charlie was spent and quickly grew dizzy; his perch upon the shower stool wavering.

"Charlie!" Miley cried, quickly catching him under his arms. "Baby? Are you okay?"

"I heard you can go blind if you jerk off too much," Charlie murmured. "But I never thought it'd kill me."

Miley let out a quick laugh, "We probably shouldn't have done that. C'mon sweetie, let's get you back to bed."

PART 2 - Old Friends and New

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Stacy sat by her lonesome on a quiet bench in the mall, her arms clasped over her stomach. A flood of emotions washed through her; she felt empty, guilty, and very alone. She hadn't told a soul about the abortion, not her parents, not even Brian... not yet. She probably would have told Miley, but her best friend was busy with an injured fiancé and Stacy didn't want to add to it. She wanted to come to terms with it on her own before facing her friends and family. Stacy hoped a trip to the mall would get her mind off of things, at least for a short while, since shopping always made her feel better. But buying things for herself seemed selfish, just as selfish as having an abortion.

Taking a deep breath, Stacy fought back the tears and looked around to make sure no one noticed her. Quietly gathering up her purse, Stacy rose and began walking towards the exit. She avoided eye contact with anyone, fearing that people would see she was on the verge of crying, until she passed The House of Spandex. That was the comic book shop Charlie worked at, and suddenly, Stacy had an idea.

Buying herself things hadn't been a remedy, but maybe doing something nice for someone else would be. Wiping her cheek and sniffling, Stacy gained control of herself and entered the comic book store. Charlie could probably use something to read while he recovered, and Stacy happened to know exactly what he liked: comic books.

"Hi, can I help you?"

Stacy turned to the voice. He was younger than she, probably still in high school. She was hit by a sudden sense of nostalgia and realized he reminded her of the way Charlie looked back in high school. He wore a pair of droopy slacks and a nerdy tee-shirt with some sort of winged comic book character on it. He had unkempt brown hair and a pair of nerdy-looking glasses. But despite all that, like Charlie, this boy was kind of cute in a geeky sort of way.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 19



"Hi..." Stacy peered at his name tag, "...Chip. Yeah, you can totally help me. I need to buy some comic books."

"Oh I can definitely help you with that," Chip said. "What kinds do you like? Romance? Horror? Super-heroes?"

"They're for a friend, actually. You probably know him, he works here. Charlie White?"

"Sure," Chip nodded. "Me and Charlie are good friends, and I know exactly what he likes to read."

"Great," Stacy smiled, feeling better already. "I'm Stacy by the way."

Chip chuckled, "Yeah, I know. You're Stacy Sullivan."

Stacy offered Chip a quizzical expression, "Have we met?"

"You went to my high school," Chip replied. "I was a sophomore when you were a senior."

Stacy stared at Chip, trying to remember him, "I'm sorry, I don't-"

"Don't sweat it," Chip interrupted. "You hung out with the popular crowd and I... well, I don't. I only remember you because most of the guys in my class had a crush on you."

Stacy blushed. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her slobby appearance, dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a faded tee shirt. Plus she hadn't done anything with her blonde hair other than tie it back into a pony tail, and she hadn't put any make-up on.

"So you're friends with Charlie?" Chip changed the subject.

"Yeah, he's engaged to my best friend."

"Miley," Chip smiled brightly. "How's he doing, by the way? I went to visit him in the hospital; he looked pretty rough."

"I guess he came home today, I talked to Miley and she said he was doing really good."

"That's awesome," Chip said. "We miss him around here."

"I thought I'd get him something to read," Stacy commented. "I guess he needs to rest up for a couple more days at home."

"Okay," Chip nodded, leading Stacy towards the comic book racks. "Spider-Man is his favorite, and we just got the new issue of 'Amazing' in on Wednesday. He also likes the Titans..."

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Olivia poked her head into Charlie's room, "Honey? You have some company..."

Charlie turned towards the door from where he lay atop his bed, "Sure mom, I'm cool."

A few moments later Stacy appeared, clutching a bag.

"Hey Stace," Charlie smiled.

"Hey yourself, doll. How are you feeling?"

Charlie lifted a shoulder, "My ribs still hurt all to hell, but otherwise I'm good."

Stacy moved to Charlie's bed, sitting at its edge. She leaned in to look at the stitches on the side of Charlie's forehead. "Sexy scar," she grinned.

"Yeah," Charlie lifted his hand to touch. "I go in a couple days to have the stitches removed."

"Where's Miley?" Stacy asked, "I figured she be here."

"She just left," Charlie replied. "Mom made her go home to get some rest; she didn't leave the hospital the whole time I was there."

"Yeah, she told me. I think that Miley girl's a keeper," Stacy winked.

Charlie grinned, "So what about you? How have you been?"

Stacy looked down at her lap, not quite sure how to answer that.

"What's wrong? Charlie asked, sensing something.

Stacy swallowed and looked back to Charlie, "I got an abortion two days ago."

"Oh... uh, wow. I'm sorry Stace, I don't know what-"

"It's okay," Stacy blurted. "I'm okay, I think. You're actually the first person I've told."

"You haven't told Brian?"

Stacy shook her head, "I will, I'll probably call him tonight, after I break it to my parents. I've just... I needed some time, you know? To let it sink in."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Charlie looked concerned.

Stacy forced a smile, wiping at her eye. "Yeah. It wasn't an easy decision, and I've felt horribly guilty ever since. And depressed. But it's kind of a relief to finally tell someone."

"You shouldn't feel guilty," Charlie said.

Stacy looked at him, "No?"

Charlie shook his head, "I'm sure you did what you thought was best. I know you and Brian made a mistake, but you should be able to choose your own future. You shouldn't feel forced to be a mother, or have to give a child away. I firmly believe in the woman's right of choice. You're a good person Stacy, and I'm proud to call you my friend. I know that you'll learn from this, and if and when you're ready you'll make a great mom."

Stacy couldn't fight the tears this time; she didn't even try. She leaned over and kissed Charlie's cheek, "You're really sweet. Um, I got you something."

Charlie watched as Stacy pulled the bag from her lap and offered it to him.

"Oh, cool!" Charlie grinned, pulling out a short stack of comics. "Holy shit, this is like my exact reading list, how did you know-?"

"Your co-worker helped me out."

"Theo?" Charlie wondered, sifting through the comics.

"No, it was Chip."

"Thanks, seriously. I was going to call work and have them pull these for me so I wouldn't miss them."

"You're welcome," Stacy smiled softly. "He seemed like a sweet kid."

"Who, Chip?"

Stacy nodded, "I was so embarrassed, by the way, I felt like a total bitch. He knew exactly who I was, and I don't remember him from school at all."

"You guys ran in different crowds," Charlie noted.

"So you guys are friends?"

"Yeah," Charlie answered. "I mean, we didn't really hang out in high school, but I've gotten to know him this summer since we started working together. He's a really great kid."

"How old is he?" Stacy wondered.

"Uh, seventeen I think? He'll be a senior this year."

Stacy nodded and looked lost in thought, appearing to completely space out.

Charlie grinned, "Uh, Earth to Stacy."

Stacy looked back to Charlie, "Hm?"

"Would you like me to ask him if he thinks you're hot?"

Stacy's cheeks flashed crimson, "Oh my god, Charlie. Don't you dare."

"Okay," Charlie shrugged, looking down at a comic.

"I mean, he's like two years younger than me," Stacy reasoned, more to herself than to Charlie. "He's still in high school."

"So?" Charlie argued.

"He is kind of cute, in a totally helpless-nerd kind of way. " Stacy was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Do you really think he'd find me hot?"

Charlie laughed lightly, "I don't see why not? You're totally sexy, Stace. And I say that having seen you topless."

Stacy's cheeks filled with blush again, "Charlie, if you tell him about that day after prom when we... I'll kill you."

Charlie made a zipping motion over his lips, "I've never told anyone about that day."

"Good," Stacy grinned. She felt so much better than she did at the mall, and was happy she stopped to see Charlie. She realized how much she missed his friendship, as the two hadn't seen much of each other since Stacy had moved out of Miley's apartment.

"So, do you want me to ask him?" Charlie repeated.

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Sam climbed into her little Honda and let out a deep breath. She had just finished her third job interview of the day and silently prayed that she made a good impression. She was about to start her car and head home, the thoughts of a steaming hot bubble bath on her brain, when she heard her cell phone buzzing.

Digging into her purse, Sam answered, "Hello? This is Samantha."

"Hi Sam."

Sam looked confused for a second, but smiled as she remembered the voice, "Miley?"

"Yeah," Miley said. "You're not busy are you?"

"No, not at all. But how did you get my number?"

"I got it from Brian," Miley said. "I hope you don't mind?"

"No, not at all. How are you?"

Miley let out a heavy sigh, "It's been a rough week, to be honest. Did Brian tell you that Charlie got beat up and was in the hospital?"

"No, oh my god! Is he okay?"

"He's fine, now. We just brought him home this morning."

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"He was mugged. They broke three of his ribs and gave him a concussion."

"Oh Miley, that's terrible. I'm so sorry."

"Thanks. Don't worry though; my man is a tough one. But that's not why I called."

"What's up?" Sam wondered.

"I just got off the phone with my dad. He handles some investments for this guy who publishes several magazines, and he told me that his client is looking for an editor, and that he could arrange a meeting."

"You're kidding me," Sam said. "I can't believe you did that for me."

"I told you I'd ask," Miley giggled. "But the job is here in Tallahassee, for a local magazine called 'Gulf Florida'. I guess it's really popular here among upper class snobs, and in places like Tampa. They do restaurant reviews and cover social events; that sort of stuff. Are you interested?"

"Of course I am!" Sam smiled. "Miley, this is so great. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

"Cool. Well, if you can get up here to Tallahassee I'll have my dad set up a meeting for you. If you need a place to stay for a couple of days I have a spare bedroom in my apartment. Charlie was going to move in but we'll probably have to wait until he's stronger, so there's plenty of room."

"I couldn't impose," Sam said.

"It's no problem," Miley assured her. "It's the least I can do for the girl trying to make my boys famous."

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Olivia sat down on the couch and clicked the TV on with the remote, and then flipped towards the late evening news. She was tired, and John had already gone to bed, but she wanted to catch the weather. Just as she was feeling settled, a knock came at the door.

Wondering who could possibly be knocking at 10pm, Olivia moved to glance out the window.

"Miley?" Olivia peered, opening the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Olivia." Miley said. "I know it's late-"

"Sweetie, I thought you were going to go home and get some rest."

"I know, I was. I did." Miley bit her lip, "But I miss him."

Olivia let out a sigh, then shook her head and chuckled. "It hasn't even been twelve hours since we brought him home."

"Can I stay here tonight?" Miley pleaded, "I promise I'll let Charlie rest, I just want to lie next to him. My apartment is so quiet and empty and... I can't get my mind off him."

Olivia stepped aside and invited Miley in, "You two are practically inseparable, you know that? It's like you're attached by an invisible cord."

Miley smiled, trotting in. "Thank you, Olivia."

Olivia closed the door, "You can stay, but you have to promise me that you let Charlie sleep. He needs to rest, so no chatting and carrying on until all-hours."

"I promise," Miley said. "I just need to be with him."

"I understand," Olivia smiled softly. "I'll put a towel and some things in the bathroom for you, if you want to shower and clean up in the morning."

Miley slipped a hug around Olivia, "You're the best."

Charlie was already settled into bed, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and leaning against the headboard. He kept trying to get comfortable as he read the latest issue of Amazing Spider-Man, but no matter what position he took his ribs would start to throb and bother him.

Charlie turned a glance when his bedroom door creaked open, "Miley?"

"Hey baby," Miley beamed.

"What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, so I drove over. I was going crazy in my apartment all alone."

"Is my mom still up?"

Miley nodded, "She said I could stay, as long as I didn't keep you up all night."

"Cool," Charlie grinned, setting his comic book aside.

Miley peeled her tight top off, then started shimmying out of her shorts.

Charlie watched, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting into bed with you, silly."

"But what about my parents?" Charlie worried.

"You've spent almost every night this summer at my apartment, Charlie. I think they know we've been sharing a bed."

"Good point," Charlie admitted.

Stripped to her panties, Miley fetched one of Charlie's tee shirts from his dresser and slipped it over her head.

Charlie gingerly moved over to make room for Miley as she slipped under the covers beside him, "You look so sexy in my clothes."

Miley grinned, "Keep it in your pajamas, big guy. I promised your mom I'd let you rest."

"I don't know how I'm going to get to sleep," Charlie lamented. "My ribs seem to hurt no matter how I lay."

"Lay on your good side," Miley advised.

Charlie tried, turning to his side so that his hurting ribs were up. He faced Miley this way and she encouraged him to cuddle against her. He laid his head against her shoulder and slipped an arm around her slender waist.

Miley smoothed her hand through Charlie's hair, "What were you reading?"

"Spider-Man," Charlie answered, settling against her. "Stacy came by this afternoon and brought me some comics."

"Yeah, she told me. I talked to her on the phone tonight."

"Did she tell you about...?"

Miley nodded, "The abortion? Yeah. I felt so terrible; I didn't know what to say. But she said you made her feel a lot better."

"She did?" Charlie sounded surprised.

Miley kissed his forehead, "Yeah. She said you were really great, and that you cheered her up."

"You're never going to believe this..." Charlie warned.

"What?" Miley sounded curious, sensing gossip.

"She thinks Chip is cute."

Miley stifled a giggle, "What?!"

"She was at the comic store," Charlie explained. "And Chip was there helping her pick out comics for me."

Miley blinked at that, "I guess that's not so hard to believe; Chip is actually kind of cute. I mean, he needs a mall make-over, and some less nerdy glasses, but... wow, she really said that?"

Charlie nodded against Miley's shoulder, comfortable for the first time that night.

"Does Chip know that?" Miley wondered.

"Not yet," Charlie replied.

Miley thought about the possibilities, silent for a moment. "If he ever got his hands on a set of boobs like Stacy's, he'd probably blow his wad right in his pants."

Charlie snorted out a laugh and immediately regretted it, wincing at his ribs.

Miley assumed, "He's got to be a virgin, right?"

"I was at his age," Charlie remarked.

"So was I," Miley reminded.

"Yeah, but not for a lack of options."

"True," Miley admitted. "I was waiting for a big-dicked geek to come sweep me off my feet."

Charlie grinned.

Miley reached aside, picking up the comic book Charlie had when she walked in, "Try to get some sleep, okay baby? I'll read to you."

"Okay," Charlie murmured tiredly.

Miley flipped open the pages and began reading aloud, "'I'll flay the meat from your bones, you infuriating insect,' Dr. Octopus said..."

PART 3 - Injured, but Functional

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John sat down at the kitchen table with his cup of coffee, blowing steam off its surface. He glanced out a window and saw a familiar-looking BMW in the driveway, "Honey, is Miley here?"

"Yes," Olivia replied, standing at the kitchen counter and preparing her lunch. "She came over last night; right after you went to bed."

"She spent the night?" John asked.

"She missed Charlie," Olivia explained.

John took a loud slurp of his coffee, "She slept with him, then?"

"They're engaged," Olivia justified. "Charlie would have moved in with her by now anyway, if he hadn't been hurt. I didn't see any reason not to let her stay."

"He's practically lived with her all summer," John agreed.

Olivia packed her lunch into a small cooler, "They've been through so much, those two. Charlie just adores her, and Miley is fiercely protective of him. I won't try to stand between them. Miley's mother tried that, and look where it got her; I don't think Miley has spoken to her in over a year."

"I'm guessing we'll have a fourth for dinner tonight, then?"

Olivia smiled and moved to kiss her husband on his cheek, "She's family now, John. You better start getting used to it."

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Charlie frowned as he struggled to pull a tee shirt on, hating the way everything took twice as long to do because of his three broken ribs. He was determined to do something with his day, however, as he'd had enough of lying around in bed.

Miley appeared from the hallway then, fresh out of the shower with a big fluffy towel wrapped around her torso and hips. Her wet curls were pulled back against her head and she was rubbing moisturizer into her arms, "Did your parents leave for work already?"

"Yeah," Charlie replied, seated on his swiveling desk chair.

Miley watched as Charlie eased his left arm through the short sleeve of his tee. His broken ribs were on his left side, and he appeared to be struggling, "Do you want me to help you?"

Charlie shook his head, "I can pretty much do anything I need to. It just takes time; it hurts if I move my left arm too far or if I have to use my chest muscles."

Miley padded towards him on bare feet, bending to place a cupping palm at his crotch. She felt the outline of his flaccid member through the thin material of Charlie's boxer shorts, "Does it hurt when you use this muscle?"

Charlie grinned, "Miley..."

"What?" she smirked, "You know how much I like sex in the morning."

"And in the afternoon," Charlie commented. "And at night."

Miley kissed Charlie's cheek, then turned around and removed the towel from around her body. "Sex is for the morning. I like to fuck in the afternoon, and make love at night."

Charlie couldn't help but watch Miley's heart-shaped ass as she walked to Charlie's closet door and hung her bath towel from a hook, "I'm curious what your distinction between 'sex' and 'fucking' is."

Miley glanced at Charlie over her shoulder, "Sex is frivolous, kinky, and fun. Fucking is getting stuffed full of hard cock."

Charlie was suddenly turned on by Miley's words. He was almost afraid to ask, "And what about making love?"

Miley bit her lip and gave Charlie a seductive glance as she moved towards his chair. She leaned her naked body forward and whispered in his ear, "Making love is when you take the time to kiss my pussy, rub your hands all over my body, and then tell me you love me while you squirt a baby into my womb."

Charlie swallowed.

Miley stood back up and casually asked, "So, what do you want to do today?"

Charlie rose and pulled Miley towards him. He kissed her, softly at first, then again with more passion. She responded eagerly, though was careful not to hug her arms around him.

"I want to have sex," Charlie murmured.

Miley gave Charlie an amused expression, "I'm not sure you're up for it."

Charlie took Miley's wrist and directed her hand to his crotch, "No?"

Miley melted when she felt Charlie's erection through his boxers, "I've missed your cock so much, baby. But I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm already hurt," Charlie said. "But I think I can function."

Miley nodded then, acquiescing. She knelt, taking the hem of Charlie's boxers to pull them down his legs. Grabbing his erection, Miley stroked it a few times and drew it towards her lips.

Charlie exhaled at the heavenly feeling of Miley's warm mouth enveloping the top third of his cock. She knew just what he liked, the way she jerked off the lower two-thirds while rubbing her tongue against his underside. She suckled him that way until his shaft was sticking straight up and felt as hard as stone.

Miley looked up at him, still stroking, "I've gone a whole week without you inside me. My pussy misses your cock, Charlie. Without something big to fill it up and give it a good fucking, my pussy starts to itch. No matter how much I rub it the itch won't go away. I really need your cock right now, baby."

"You'll have to be on top," Charlie said, arousal marking his voice.

"Could you try doing me doggy?" Miley wondered. She turned and bent over, gliding her hands down her legs to grab her ankles.

The view was simply too inviting for Charlie not to try. He stepped forward and took his length in hand, aiming for the folds of Miley's sex which hung between her thighs so enticingly.

Miley moaned at the intrusion of Charlie's cock sliding into her damp sheath, but she was bent over too far to get the deep penetration she wanted. Reaching out, Miley grabbed the edge of the desk and used that for support. She straightened so that her body was bent at a 90 degree angle, like an upside-down 'L'.




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"Go all the way," Miley encouraged in a heated voice. "Push it all the way into me."

Charlie was delicate, but he kept moving forward with his cock. He'd push, then pause, then push again so that each time his cock went another inch further into Miley's depths. She grunted every time, folding her wrists on the desk's top and laying her head across her arms.

"You're so fucking big," Miley said, though it wasn't a complaint. She glanced over her shoulder, "Are you okay, baby? Is this okay?"

"Yeah," Charlie murmured, aroused by the immaculate feeling of Miley's enveloping warmth. "Standing isn't a problem; I can fuck you like this all day."

"Can you go deeper?" Miley begged, "I want to feel you in my tummy."

Charlie thrust forward with one last push, burying himself to the hilt. His hips pressed against her ass and he grabbed Miley by her sides for stability.

Miley's breath left her as she felt Charlie's length invade parts of her rarely touched, "Oh god, Charlie. Oh my fucking god..."

Drawing himself back slowly, Charlie felt Miley shiver in his hands. The he shoved his hips forward and jammed his cock back into her.

Miley let out a startled yelp, her fists clenching on the desk. "Go slow," she gasped. "Fuck me nice and slow."

Per her instructions, Charlie began a steady pace. His hips moved backwards, withdrawing half of his length from Miley's sex. She'd whimper if he took too much away from her, telling Charlie it was time to ease his cock back in with the same speed. Each time Miley took Charlie's near-ten inches, her mouth would fall open from the exquisite sensation and her sex would drip its fluids.

Her thighs grew soaked from the secretions; the liquid beads of sex ran down the insides of Miley's legs like droplets of sweat. She gasped and shivered every time Charlie plunged his length into her, positive in her mind that he was penetrating some forbidden and fertile area of her womanhood. The taut surface of his cock rubbed against Miley's clitoris and she could feel every inch of his movement dragging against it, which sent tendrils of electricity licking through her entire body.

Before long, Miley was a moaning, quivering, and dripping mess.

She had no idea where she was. Miley's entire being was focused on the sensation of being filled so entirely. The only thing she was aware of was the slow burn of a deeply-centered orgasm that originated from some other dimension which used her body as a conduit. It was the most unearthly and erotic thing she ever experienced.

Then, quite suddenly, Miley snapped out of it and screamed in pleasure. Her pussy lit on fire as her orgasm exploded; she came to realize everything before was simply the build-up. She gasped repeatedly, pounding her palm down upon Charlie's desk, begging him to fuck her even deeper.

It was all too much for poor Charlie. He watched as Miley seemed to lose control of her entire body. He saw when her eyes rolled back in her head. He felt it when her pussy quivered and vibrated around his entire length. He heard the helpless gasps of her erotic out-of-body experience. His orgasm arrived without any warning.

A stream of his semen gushed into Miley. And then another. Charlie grunted and moaned, pumping his orgasm into her with quick thrusts. His cum squirted out of her pussy from beneath his shaft, having nowhere else to go but out; Charlie had filled her passage and left little room for his seed.

Charlie removed himself from Miley, shivering at the feeling of his over-sensitive length sliding out of Miley's sex. His cock glistened in the air, decorated with their mutual fluids. Her clear secretions mingled with his milky semen and coated the entirety of his shaft.

Miley collapsed to her knees, spent from the most powerful orgasm of her young life. She had no idea what made this coupling so different from the many other times that Charlie had invaded her depths. Perhaps it was the pacing, or the way she positioned her body. Whatever the reason, Miley was speechless. She laid her hand on Charlie's thigh and turned towards his still-throbbing erection.

Charlie let out an audible breath as Miley started licking his cock. He was hyper-sensitive due to his recent orgasm, and her tongue made him shiver. He watched as she lapped at their mingled juices like a kitten with milk. She smeared a palm against his length, getting some of their blended cum on her hand, and then lifted it towards Charlie invitingly. He couldn't resist his curiosity and lowered his head to taste Miley's palm, licking several gooey strands off her skin.

"That was the best fuck you've ever given me," Miley said, her voice still in rapture. "I've never climaxed like that before; never that intense."

"What did I do?" Charlie asked, wanting to know so that he might repeat his performance in the future.

"I don't know," Miley answered, caressing Charlie's cock with slow strokes of her hand. "I've taken your whole length before, but this time felt different. You were deep, really deep, and you touched something inside me. It was incredible, Charlie."

Charlie didn't doubt it, he witnessed the whole thing.

"I want to feel that again," Miley near begged, still kneeling at his feet. She kept her hand on his shaft, coaxing it with slow strokes so that Charlie would remain hard. "Fuck me again?"

Charlie nodded slowly. He'd do anything for Miley, and her request certainly wasn't unreasonable. She lifted a hand and he took it, helping her to her feet.

Miley turned around and pushed some papers and things out of her way, then leaned onto his desk once more so that this time it supported her entire torso. Parting her legs, Miley reached around and tugged her ass cheek aside to present herself to Charlie. 

She wasn't joking, Charlie realized. Miley wanted to get fucked again and she wanted it right now. He stepped forward and positioned his cock into place. It slid in easily; she was soaked and stretched out from their recent coupling and Charlie had no problems.

"Oh my god," Miley mewed. "I love your cock so much. Go deep again, baby. Fuck it into me really deep."

Grabbing her by the hips, Charlie hilted himself once more. He wasn't as hard or as long as he could be, but the friction felt good and soon enough Charlie felt renewed. His erection thickened within Miley as he slowly pleasured her, creating a tight seal as her cunt gripped his cock. He slowly worked himself back and forth, trying to duplicate what he did before.

Suddenly, Miley gasped sharply and Charlie froze. He felt something squeezing the head of his cock deep within Miley's passage.

"Fuck me," Miley begged wantonly. "Fuck me there!"

Charlie worked his hips, trying not to pull back too far and simply fuck his cock into whatever it was that was driving Miley so crazy.

"Oh god..." Miley gasped. "Oh god! Oh fuck, Charlie, you're deep in my cervix. Oh fuck!!!"

Charlie watched as Miley shook violently, her hands grasping for something to hold onto. Papers and pens flew aside as she took grip of the far edge of the desk, bracing herself. He kept pumping his cock in that same spot, feeling a sharp clenching on the head of his cock.

Miley, for the second time that day, lot control of her senses. She twitched on Charlie's desk as pleasurable waves swept across her entire body, creating what almost looked like a seizure. Unintelligible grunts escaped her throat as language became meaningless to her. This went on for long moments until Miley went rigid, her entire body clenching as an explosion ignited between her legs.

She started quivering uncontrollably, and screamed loudly. Charlie would have been scared if the same thing hadn't just happened minutes earlier. He had no idea what exactly she was experiencing, but he knew it was powerful, whatever it was.

Miley finally came down, breathing as though she had just ran a marathon. Only then did Charlie stop, slowly withdrawing. Miley let out a little moan of despair as Charlie removed himself from her insides. She felt hollow, spent, and exhausted.

"I need to lie down," Miley whispered, slowly pushing herself up from the desk.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded weakly, "I just need to rest. Then I want you to do it again. Will you fuck me again, Charlie? I want to feel that again."

Charlie took Miley in his arms, wincing as he put too much of a strain on his ribs, "Yeah, of course, but-"

Miley kissed him, curling her hand around the back of his head. She kissed him with all the heat she could muster. "I love you. I love you so much, baby."

"What happened?" Charlie wanted to know, leading Miley towards the bed.

"I don't know," Miley admitted. "But I think you were practically in my uterus. You hit a spot in my cervix; it's like fire, Charlie. It's amazing, my god. You'll fuck me again, right?"

"Yeah," Charlie grinned, sitting with Miley on the bed. "I'll fuck you all day long if you want."

Miley nodded, leaning against him. She laid a palm against his chest. That's exactly what she wanted. She wanted to get fucked like that all day long.

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Beauty and the Geek Ch. 20



PART 1 - Two Kisses

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Haley scowled at a stubborn smudge staining one of the jewelry display cases, spraying more glass cleaner on its surface. She attacked the annoying smear with a wad of paper towel, smiling triumphantly when it disappeared. Haley liked the store's glass displays to be pristine when she was working; people wanted to see the jewelry, not dirty fingerprints. As she was putting the cleaning products away beneath a counter, Haley saw a young brunette walking into the store dressed in a pair of scandalously-revealing hot pant shorts and a tube top.

Normally Miley's eyes would be drawn to all the jewelry glittering from every corner of the store, but as soon as she entered from the mall she couldn't take her eyes off the girl behind the counter. Haley was a stunningly beautiful blonde with wavy hair worn in a Farah Fawcett style. She was wearing a black pants suit and heels which hinted at her fabulous figure.

"Wow," Miley said as she approached one of the display counters, "When Charlie said you were cute I didn't realize he meant drop-dead gorgeous."

Haley smiled, though she colored slightly in the cheeks and looked a bit confused, "I'm sorry?"

"Hi," Miley greeted, "I'm Miley, Charlie White's girlfriend? Well, fiancé actually. You're Haley, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Haley nodded, recognizing Miley. "I've actually seen you before, in the mall with Charlie. It's nice to finally meet you. How is he, by the way?"

"He's much better," Miley replied. "In fact, today is his first day back to work. I just dropped him off."

Haley seemed relieved to hear Charlie was doing well, "That's so wonderful, I'll have to go say hi to him later when I get a break."

"I wanted to come by and thank you," Miley said, "for saving his life I mean. If you hadn't have found him that night and called the ambulance, who knows what might have happened."

Haley smiled at Miley, "You're welcome. I didn't really do anything other than dial 911, but I'm so happy he's going to be okay. Charlie seems like a really sweet guy."

"He is," Miley agreed. "Listen, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Haley lifted her brows curiously.

"Where do you get your hair done?" Miley asked. "Because it's so fabulous."

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Charlie wandered into the small stock room in The House of Spandex, where Chip was unpacking several boxes of magazines and paperback books, "Hey Chip, can I give you a hand?"

"You shouldn't be lifting anything with your bum ribs," Chip warned.

"At least let me help you sort them," Charlie said. "Theo's got the register covered and I need something to do."

"Yeah, okay," Chip agreed. "It sure is great having you back, Charlie. We missed you around here."

"It's good to be back," Charlie replied. "It was driving me crazy sitting at home while my mom treated me like a piece of fragile china."

"Whatever," Chip rolled his eyes and tore open a box, placing it on a counter for Charlie to sort through. "I bet you were surrounded by hot girls, waiting on you hand and foot, the whole time."

Charlie laughed, "I guess Miley was around a lot..."

"And Stacy Sullivan, too. Right? She was even in here buying comics for you." Chip bumped Charlie's arm with a teasing elbow, "I'm sure you had it real rough. You hang out with more hot girls than a rapper."

Charlie grinned, "Okay, maybe it wasn't so bad. She mentioned you by the way."

"Who?" Chip bent over to pick up another box.

"Stacy. She thinks you're cute."

Chip dropped the box, causing paperback books to spill out all over the floor.

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Brian dug in his pocket as he sat in McDonalds for lunch, pulling out a buzzing cell phone. He glanced at the screen, smiled, and then flipped it open, "Hey Sam."

"Guess what?" Sam asked in an excited voice.

"Um," Brian swallowed some diet cola. "Marvel Comics called and they want to pay Charlie and me a million dollars to publish Captain Darkness?"

Sam giggled, "Not quite; still working on that. But my news is almost as good."

"What's up?"

"You know that interview Miley hooked me up with? I got the job!"

"That's awesome," Brian smiled brightly. "But I thought you said you'd have to come to Tallahassee and do a personal interview?"

"I thought I'd have to," Sam explained. "But I did two phone interviews, and then they called me this morning and offered me the position. I start next month, which means I only have two weeks to move to Tallahassee."

"I'm sure Charlie and I can help find you an apartment by then," Brian offered. "And I'll even come get you."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Sure," Brian replied. "I'll bring a U-Haul truck."

Sam laughed on the other end, "That would be so awesome, I can't believe how sweet you are."

"I may be sweet, but you have to promise to go out on a date with me once you're here. That means dinner as well as a movie."

"I'd love to," Sam replied in a beaming voice. "I can't wait to see you, Brian."

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Charlie winced as he sat down at a table in the mall's food court, having twisted wrong and feeling a twinge from his healing ribs. He realized he had pushed himself at work that morning and made a silent promise to take it easier after lunch.

Opening his carton of milk, Charlie heard someone call his name from behind. He pivoted, trying not to twist his torso too much, and spotted Haley.

"Hey Charlie," Haley greeted, carrying a tray of Chinese food. "Want some company?"

"I'd love some," Charlie smiled.

Haley set her tray down, then leaned to kiss Charlie's cheek before sitting. "It's so great to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good," Charlie replied, putting a straw into his milk. "I'm stiff, but I'm glad to be back to work."

"Your girlfriend came by the store this morning," Haley said as she tore open a packet of soy sauce. "She is awesome, by the way."

Charlie grinned, "Yeah, she is."

"We're going shopping after I get off work, tonight."

Charlie looked surprised, "Really? Wow, you guys must have really hit it off. Miley doesn't go shopping with just anyone."

"Yeah, well, she hung around the store for a while this morning and we got to talking." Haley stirred her rice with a plastic fork, "Turns out we have a lot in common."

"Like what?" Charlie asked before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"To start with, we both like shopping, we're both big Lady Gaga fans, and each of us wishes our boobs were bigger."

Charlie laughed shyly, "I'm sure your breasts are just fine."

Haley smirked, "I can see why she adores you. You're such a sweetie."

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Stacy sat on her bed sorting through pictures on her laptop from high school, thinking about putting together a scrapbook of memories. For some reason she had been feeling nostalgic ever since her abortion and thought it would be fun to go back to memories of a more carefree time in her life.

Most of the pictures were dominated by Miley and their other high school girlfriends, but as Stacy moved into the pictures from their senior year Charlie and Brian started showing up more and more. She paused on a picture of Brian, recalling how he reacted to the news of her abortion. He seemed relieved when she told him, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, which only validated her decision to abort her pregnancy. Brian hadn't been ready to be a father any more than she was prepared to be a mother. She missed him.

The next picture she clicked on was one of her, Miley, Charlie, and Brian at the beach. Stacy smiled as she thought back to the day that photo was taken. It had been the summer before they started college and they all looked so happy. Brian was sill chubby and seemed shy, Miley was blowing a kiss towards the camera, and Charlie was holding Stacy in the air with his arms under her shoulders and knees. Stacy laughed as she remembered that moment; Charlie had scooped her up and Stacy had a surprised but laughing expression in the photo.

Charlie was the best of them, Stacy knew. It was because of Charlie that she and Miley had matured past their high school cliques and stopped judging people by the way they looked or how popular they were. And despite the fact that Charlie had started dating one of the most popular girls at their school he never stopped being his sweet and innocent self; he could have easily turned into a pompous self-absorbed jerk with a girl like Miley on his arm.

She missed Charlie, Stacy realized. They hadn't seen each other much since she moved out of Miley's apartment, and he had always been a good friend. Closing the lid of her laptop, Stacy decided she needed the company of her friends.

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"He said 'I'm sure your breasts are just fine' but he was blushing the whole time," Haley recounted as she held up a bra, glancing at the price tag.

Miley giggled, "Charlie doesn't really care how big a girl's breasts are. He's not a boob guy."

"Whatever," Haley said as she and Miley were browsing the lingerie store. "All guys are boob guys."

"Not Charlie," Miley stated. "I mean, don't get me wrong, he'll play with my tits every now and then or suck on my nipples, but he'd much rather play with my butt. He's always squeezing my ass when we make love."

Haley laughed, enjoying Miley's unashamed candor.

"So what about you?" Miley prodded, "We've been shopping for an hour now and you haven't mentioned a boyfriend."

Haley sighed. "Twenty-five years old and single," she lamented. "Pretty pathetic, huh?"

"Seriously?" Miley glanced. "You're totally hot, Haley, guys must be drooling over you all day. You must meet a ton of guys coming into the jewelry store."

"Yeah," Haley nodded. "And they all come in looking to buy something for their wife or girlfriend."

"We need to find you a boyfriend," Miley remarked as she sorted through sets of panties. "Think of how much fun we could have double dating."

"Does Charlie have any friends as sweet as he is?"

"His best friend is Brian, and sometimes he hangs out with these two guys he works with,. They're all sweet, but they're also all wrong for you."

Haley smirked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course," Miley nodded.

"How did you and Charlie hook up? I don't want to sound mean or anything, because I think Charlie is awesome, but he's kind of a..."

"Geek?" Miley finished for her.

Haley winced, hoping Miley wasn't offended. "Yeah. And you're like a total prom queen."

Miley grinned, "That's exactly what we were when we hooked up. But Charlie managed to get my attention and I just fell for him, you know? The way he'd look at me made me melt inside, like I was the most special thing in the world to him. He still looks at me that way."

"That's so romantic," Haley said, holding up a teddy. "I have to try this on."

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Charlie paused the DVD he was watching when there was a knock on the door. Even though he hadn't moved into Miley's apartment yet, he spent most nights there and had been waiting for her to return from shopping.

"Hey Stace," Charlie greeted after opening the door.

"Hey," Stacy smiled. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, not at all. Come on in. I was just watching The Incredible Hulk."

Stacy accepted Charlie's invitation and entered, "Where's Miley?"

"She's out shopping with Haley," Charlie replied, returning to the couch.

Stacy followed, sitting next to Charlie. "Who's Haley?"

"She's this girl who works at the mall. She's actually the one who found me after I got mugged. So what's up?"

Stacy lifted a shoulder, "I was sitting at home and feeling lonely. I thought I'd come see what you and Miley were up to."

"Well, you can hang out with me?"

Stacy grinned, curling a bare leg beneath her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a skimpy tank top, "Can you believe this heat? I hate it when it's so humid."

"That's Florida for you," Charlie commented, dressed just as casually in a pair of cargo shorts and a loose tee.

"So how are the ribs?" Stacy wondered.

"They're better every day, but still pretty tender. The worst is trying to get comfortable when I sleep, I'm used to laying on the side they're broken."

"Oh, that's the worst," Stacy said. "I remember when I was a kid and dislocated my shoulder. I couldn't sleep for a week."

"So what about you?" Charlie asked, "How have you been handling things?"

"I'm okay, I guess. I still feel depressed, but it comes and goes. I've been trying to keep myself busy with different things." Stacy suddenly smiled, "I was going through old photos earlier and found one of you, me, Miley, and Brian at the beach last summer."

"The one that wrinkly old guy took of us with your digital camera?"

Stacy nodded and laughed, remembering the old man they asked to take the picture, "Yeah."

"Miley has that one framed in her bedroom," Charlie remarked.

"That day was so much fun," Stacy mused. "Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be that happy again."

"Sure you will," Charlie promised.

"I don't know," Stacy fidgeted with her hands. "I feel so alone lately."

"You've still got me," Charlie said. "I don't have a lot of friends, Stace, but you're definitely one of them."

Stacy turned her gaze to Charlie, smiling at him. "You're the best, Charlie. Seriously."

"Give me a hug," Charlie said, leaning towards Stacy.

Stacy sniffled, feeling vulnerable, but eagerly wrapped her arms around Charlie.

Charlie winced as Stacy squeezed, "Go easy."

"Oh god!" Stacy let go, "I'm sorry, your ribs..."

"It's okay," Charlie smiled. "Sometimes love hurts."

Stacy gazed at Charlie, who was still close. The hug had felt so good and she missed having intimacy with a man. Without even thinking, she closed the gap between them and placed her lips against his.

Charlie was taken completely by surprise as Stacy kissed him. Her lips felt amazingly soft and nice and he actually kissed her back for just a moment, but then he put his hands on her shoulders and broke away.

Stacy stared, stunned by what had just happened, "Oh my god. Charlie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... oh god."

Charlie blinked, not sure what had just happened.

"I don't know why I did that," Stacy said as she hurriedly rose from the couch. "I'm such a wreck lately."

"Wait," Charlie urged. "Stacy-"

"Just forget I was here, okay?" Stacy moved for the door, "It didn't happen. Forgive me, Charlie."

Charlie tried to come up with something to say, but his mouth failed to produce any words before Stacy was gone.

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"Miley, come in here," Haley called from the small dressing room she was in. "I need your opinion."

Miley peeked out of her own dressing room, making sure no one was looking, then pranced across the fitting area wearing the bra and panties she was trying on.

Haley was modeling the lacy teddy she had been eyeing earlier when Miley slipped in, studying herself in a long mirror.

"That looks really hot," Miley remarked.

"Yeah?" Haley turned her hips as she continued to stare in the mirror, "Oh wow, you too. You have to buy those; purple is definitely your color."

Miley grinned and struck a pose, "I think so too. Plus, these panties are crotchless. Charlie's going to love them."

Haley's eyes were drawn to Miley's reflection, "You have the cutest figure. I would kill for your stomach."

Miley checked herself out in the mirror, standing beside her newest friend, "Well, I'd kill for your hips."

"Whatever. Your hips are perfect."

"They're too bony," Miley complained, fidgeting with the panties she was wearing. "Charlie's grandma says they're not very good 'birthing hips'."

Haley blinked at that, "Birthing hips?"

Both girls suddenly started laughing and giggling.

"I better go change back," Miley said, still chuckling as she turned for the dressing room door.

"Wait," Haley stopped her, taking Miley's wrist.

Miley turned back around, wondering what Haley wanted.

Haley didn't say anything at first, simply looking into Miley's eyes. She needed a moment to build up the courage to speak, "Miley, I hope this doesn't freak you out but I really like you. I'm having so much fun, and you're so gorgeous."

Miley bit her lower lip. She'd never had another female flirt with her, and certainly not in such an obvious manner. She wasn't sure how to react, but she was surprised by the fact that she felt flattered and a little excited. "I'm not freaked out," she murmured.

Stepping closer, Haley touched a light hand to Miley's shoulder. The two girls stared at each other for a moment, trying to gauge what the other was thinking.

When Haley moved even closer Miley knew exactly what was about to happen, but was paralyzed by a conflict occurring inside of her. Part of Miley was screaming at her that she was about to make a mistake. The other part was insanely curious. Unfortunately, neither of her two halves could resolve their battle before Haley's lips were on hers.

Haley's mouth was soft and gentle, and she moved her lips against Miley's with an undeniable passion. Miley couldn't help but respond as the curious side of her gained the upper hand, and before a moment went by the two girls were kissing so passionately that they discovered what the other's tongue tasted like.

A sudden image of Charlie flashed through Miley's thoughts and she had to break the kiss and step back, bumping into the dressing room door as she did so, "I can't do this."

"You can't?" Haley sounded disappointed, licking her lips.

"I mean, I can..." Miley's tongue got tangled, "I-I could. It's not that I-"

"It's okay," Haley interrupted. "I shouldn't have done that, you're probably not into-"

"No," Miley interrupted in turn. "It's not that. I could totally be into it. But not without Charlie; not behind his back. I love him, Haley, and I can't do anything that would result in me hurting him or losing him."

Haley pushed a hand through her bouncy blonde hair, collecting herself. "Are you suggesting we let him watch next time?"

Miley studied Haley, trying to determine how serious she was, but then she saw the mirth in Haley's expression and both girls started laughing again.

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When Miley returned home to her apartment she found Charlie sprawled out on the couch, bathed in the glow of the television. She smiled fondly at his sleeping expression and tried to be quiet as she deposited her shopping bags on the floor near the door.

"Hey," Charlie stirred on the couch, squinting towards Miley.

"Hey baby," Miley glanced over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay. What time is it?

Miley glanced at her cell phone, "Um, almost ten-thirty."

Charlie sat up on the couch and wiped his eyes, "How was shopping?"

Grabbing one small bag in particular, Miley moved towards the couch to join Charlie. "It was fun," she said, sitting beside him. "We had dinner at that new Mexican place, and I bought some sexy new lingerie. But I need to tell you something..."

"Okay," Charlie said with a yawn, muting the television with its remote.

Miley took a deep breath, not sure how Charlie would react, and then blurted, "I kissed Haley."

Charlie turned a blank look towards Miley, "You kissed Haley?"

"I mean," Miley corrected, "she kissed me."

Charlie squinted, "Haley kissed you?"

"In a dressing room, at the lingerie store. I was wearing purple panties."

"You were in a dressing room with Haley, and she kissed you?"

Miley nodded, biting her lip nervously, "Yeah."

Charlie blinked as he tried to process that information, "Is Haley a lesbian?"

"I think she's bi," Miley answered. "Are you mad?"

"I guess not," Charlie replied. "Unless you guys are going to keep kissing?"

"Of course not." Miley touched Charlie's cheek, "I'd only smooch with someone else if we were doing a threesome, or something."

Charlie looked confused, "You want to have a threesome with Haley?"




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 20



Miley shrugged a shoulder, "Not especially."

Charlie exhaled, "You're a mysterious girl, Millicent Andrews."

Miley giggled, "Yeah?"

Charlie nodded, "I'm a little confused."

Miley shrugged again, "I would only do a threesome if it was something that got you hot. I'd totally do it for you."

"Are you bisexual?" Charlie suddenly asked. "I mean, I remember that time with Stacy but I didn't think you were really into girls?

"I'm not sure," Miley answered casually. "I don't think so. I mean, I could never be in a relationship with a girl or anything, so if I am bi it's only a small part of me. I guess the most exciting part of it for me would be turning you on."

Charlie furrowed his brow, "I'm still not real clear. Is Haley into you or something?"

"Maybe, but its not like that at all for me. You know that I only want to be with you, right?"

"Yeah, I know that," Charlie smiled. "I never doubted it for a second."

"Good," Miley beamed. "So, do you want to see the panties I bought? They're crotchless!"

"Really?" Charlie peered curiously at the bag Miley was holding, completely distracted away from thoughts of Haley and lesbian kisses.

Reaching aside, Miley switched on a lamp that sat beside the couch. "Yeah, they're really sexy. And I don't even have to take them off for you to... to..."

Charlie squinted at Miley as she stared at him, "What? What's wrong?"

It was a tiny smudge on Charlie's upper lip that drew Miley's gaze, something that she hadn't seen until she turned the lamp on. "Charlie, is that lipstick?"

Charlie lifted a hand to his mouth, "Lipstick?"

Miley leaned closer, "It is! Charlie, where have you been tonight?"

"Nowhere, I've been here all night."

"Then who has been over here kissing you?" Miley demanded to know.

"Um, I can explain," Charlie said.

"Yeah?" Miley fumed, "This had better be good!"

"Stacy was over-" Charlie started.

That was all it took for Miley to blow her stack, "Stacy?!" she cried, rising from the couch. "You've been kissing Stacy?!?"

"No!" Charlie stood up as well, "No, she kissed me. I didn't-"

"I'm going to kill her!" Miley threw her shopping bag to the floor. "I can't believe that boyfriend-stealing bitch!"

"It's not like that, Miley. Please, chill out."

"You want me to chill out?!" Miley exclaimed. "When my best friend goes behind my back and kisses my man? Forget it Charlie." Miley narrowed her gaze, "Unless..."

Charlie gave her a clueless expression, "What?"

"Unless you kissed her back?"

Charlie exhaled, "Of course not. Just calm down, all right? Let me explain."

Miley folded her arms across her chest and pushed her lips together, still fuming but willing to listen.

"Stacy was feeling really alone," Charlie explained. "And depressed, and scared. I gave her a hug, and then she just kissed me. I'm sure she didn't even think about it, it was just one of those things. She felt terrible about it too, and ran out of here before I could even stop her."

"When were you planning on telling me this?" Miley asked angrily.

"I wasn't," Charlie admitted.

"You were going to keep this a secret from me?!?"

"Nothing happened," Charlie argued. "It was meaningless. She was confused and made a mistake. I knew you would get mad and I didn't want to drive a wedge between you two."

"I can't believe you, Charlie," Miley glared. "We've never kept secrets from each other before."

"I wasn't keeping a secret from you because there was nothing to tell, it was a harmless mistake."

Miley angrily gathered up her shopping bags, "I hope you were comfortable on the couch, buster, because you're not sleeping in my bed tonight!"

"Miley..." Charlie spread his hands as Miley stalked down the hallway. "Come on, Miley! Can't we talk about this?"

A slamming bedroom door was his only answer.

PART 2 - Sorting it all out

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"Dude, you look like hell," Brian said as Charlie slid into the restaurant booth.

"I was up late last night," Charlie said, reaching for a menu. He was glad it was Sunday and that he had the day off work. It had been hard enough waking up in time to meet Brian for breakfast at a local pancake house.

"I don't even want to hear about how horny Miley was," Brian warned. "I haven't gotten laid in weeks."

"It's not that," Charlie replied dryly. "We got into a fight. She banished me to the couch, but I just went home instead."

"No shit? Are you guys fighting?"

"I guess so," Charlie replied amidst a yawn. "I couldn't sleep after, either. I kept thinking about it, and my ribs were bothering me."

"What's she so pissed about?" Brian asked, blowing on a cup of coffee.

"Stacy kissed me," Charlie answered without thinking.

Brian's eyebrows rose, "Say that again?"

Charlie glanced up from his menu to see the anger boiling in Brian's eyes. "It wasn't like that," Charlie backpedaled. "It was more of a friendly thing; a hug and then a kiss. You know, between friends?"

"Uh huh," Brian didn't sound like he was buying it. "Then why was Miley so pissed?"

"I don't know," Charlie answered. "But she doesn't have any right to be angry at me when she was making out with Haley."

Brian blinked, momentarily distracted from his anger, "Who the hell is Haley?"

"Evidently she's Miley's new bisexual BFF," Charlie replied in an annoyed tone. "They kissed at the mall last night, in a dressing room, at the lingerie store, while they were buying crotchless panties."

"WHAT?!" Brian said too loudly, causing people at nearby table to glance over towards him.

"Shh," Charlie scowled, "Keep it down."

"Why is it whenever I hear about your life I feel like I am watching an episode of 90210? Jeezus dude, what the hell is going on? Miley is bisexual? You were making out with my ex?"

"Stacy and I weren't making out!" Charlie growled, frustrated. "And Miley isn't bisexual. I mean, I don't think she's bisexual... Fuck. I don't know."

Just then, a waitress appeared beside their booth and cleared her throat.

Brian looked up at her, "Can you give us a minute, lady? We're having a bit of a crisis here."

"Listen to me, man," Charlie instructed as the waitress walked away in a huff. "Stacy isn't herself. I mean, normally she's so confident and poised, you know? But she's been really depressed ever since she had the abortion."

Brian leaned back in the booth, feeling guilty that he hadn't seen Stacy since they broke up.

"She would have kissed anybody last night," Charlie continued. "I just happened to be the one sitting there."

Brian nodded, "I get it, dude. I'm not pissed at you."

"Good, because I have enough problems with Miley."

"Just like high school," Brian grinned. "So she seriously made out with a chick?"

Charlie sighed, "I need some pancakes."

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John White was enjoying the peace and quiet of having the house to himself on a Sunday morning. Charlie had gone out for breakfast and Olivia would be at a craft fair all day with friends. He let out a satisfied sigh while pouring a cup of coffee, contemplating what he could do with a couple hours of freedom. There was a Clint Eastwood marathon on cable...

Then the doorbell rang.

"Good morning, Mr. White," Miley greeted when John opened the door.

"Miley," John said, still holding his coffee. "How did I know it would be you?"

"You must be psychic. Is Charlie home?"

"Nope, he went out for breakfast," John replied, taking a sip while standing in the doorway. "I thought you kids used cell phones to triangulate one another's positions?"

"I was just checking. I actually wanted to talk to Olivia. Is she home?"

"She's gone too," John replied.

Miley pouted, "Damn. I was really hoping to talk to her about something."

John suddenly hoped Miley wouldn't want to talk to him, that would put a real damper on his time with Clint Eastwood, "She'll be gone all day."

Miley looked to John with a set of doe eyes, hoping he would be willing to talk to her if she looked suitably pathetic.

John sighed, unable to resist Miley's assault, "You having some kind of problem?"

"Yeah, do you think we could talk? I won't take up much of your time, I just need some advice."

John glanced over towards the TV longingly, "You're not having any female problems, are you?"

Miley's face screwed up in confusion, "What do you mean?"

John turned back to her, "You know, girl stuff. Something Olivia would be better at."

Miley laughed, "Oh, no. I'm having Charlie problems, actually."

"All right," John sighed, "come on in."

Leading Miley into the kitchen, John invited her to sit at the table and then proceeded to pour her a cup of coffee. Setting it down in front of her, John sat as well, "So what has my son done now?"

"He kissed another girl," Miley said, sliding the coffee cup towards her. "Actually, she kissed him. I don't think Charlie would ever cheat on me."

"He told you this?" John asked.

"No, that's the problem. He had a smudge of lipstick on his mouth. If I hadn't caught him he never would have told me. Can you believe that?"

"So this girl kissed him?" John attempted to clarify.

Miley nodded.

"But he didn't kiss her back."

Miley shook her head.

"And you're angry because he was going to keep it a secret?"

"Right," Miley blew on her coffee. "I'm Charlie's fiancé, he's supposed to tell me everything. There shouldn't be any secrets."

"You know, Miley, sometimes we keep secrets from the ones we love for a good reason. I don't tell Olivia everything."

"What do you mean?"

"For example," John gestured with his hand. "Let's say I go to the grocery store, and the cashier flirts with me and asks me out on a date. I would never tell Olivia that."

Miley squinted, "You wouldn't?"

John shook his head, "I'd turn her down, of course, and nothing would come of it. I'd probably forget all about it in a matter of hours, so what would be the point of telling Olivia? She'd only get unnecessarily jealous and worked up over nothing."

"Yeah but-"

"And I would expect her to do the same thing," John continued. "I don't want to know about it every time another man hits on her. I trust my wife. These things happen, but they're non-issues. So my guess is that Charlie didn't want to upset you."

Miley took a sip of her coffee, considering John's words, "But what if the reason he didn't tell me was because something did happen? If the kiss was so meaningless, why hide it?"

"See, this is what I'm talking about," John said. "Now that you know what happened your brain is going down the worst possible path, and you're starting to doubt Charlie when you probably don't need to. Look, Miley, I know my son. Ever since you two started going out he hasn't so much as looked at another female twice. That boy is one hundred percent all about one girl: you."

Miley beamed a smile, "You really think so?"

"I'm positive," John sighed, glancing at his watch. He knew there would be no chance at a Clint Eastwood marathon now that Miley was there, and wanted to avoid any more teen drama, "Look honey, I have a tee time I have to get to..."

Miley nodded, feeling much better after talking with John, "Don't let me keep you. Is it all right if I stay and wait for Charlie?"

"Make yourself at home," John said, rising to carry his coffee cup to the sink.

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Charlie was seriously considering a nap as he arrived home from breakfast, but then he saw Miley's BMW parked on the street in front of the house and knew no sleep would be coming soon. He pulled into the driveway and noticed both of his parent's cars were gone.

"Miley?" Charlie called as he walked through the front door, which wasn't locked. "Miley are you here?"

"I'm in here," Miley called from the direction of Charlie's bedroom.

Charlie walked down the hallway. "What's going on?" he asked, turning into his room. "Where are my-"

"They're not home," Miley said, laying on Charlie's bed wearing nothing but her purple crotchless panties.

Charlie froze in the doorway when he saw the sight of Miley. She was masturbating and had two fingers buried in the seam of her new panties.

"I guess your mom will be gone all day," Miley stated, spreading her legs a little further so that Charlie got an eyeful of what she was doing. "And your dad went golfing."

"Cool," Charlie murmured, transfixed.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch last night," Miley said as she fingered her wetness. "Do you think you can forgive me?"

"Yeah," Charlie muttered, distracted by the rapidly growing erection under his shorts.

"Let me make it up to you, baby," Miley said as she sat up. She rubbed her damp fingers against one of her small breasts, making her nipple stiffen, "I've already cum twice, so my pussy is all hot and wet for you."

"Twice?" Charlie asked, unbuttoning his shorts as he approached the bed.

Miley nodded with a smoky, seductive expression. "I've been thinking about your cock," she slid forward to sit on the bed's edge, "and how badly I want you to shove it inside me."

"God I love make-up sex," Charlie said, leaving a trail of clothing behind. "Um, can I taste you first?"

"You want to taste me?" Miley asked with a quizzical glance. "You mean you want to eat my pussy? Of course baby, you know I-"

Charlie shook his head, kneeling "No, I mean I want to taste you."

Miley spread her knees as Charlie knelt between her legs. She watched, somewhat fascinated, as he slipped his pointer and middle finger inter her slit. "Mmm, that feels good," she whimpered with a shiver. "It's always better when it's someone else's hand."

Coating his fingers, Charlie curled them within Miley's sex before withdrawing his hand and lifting her flavor to his mouth. He liked the sweet taste of her fluids and moved his hand to get more.

Biting her lip in rapt interest, Miley asked, "How do I taste?"

"You taste good," Charlie commented around licking his two fingers. "Much better than my cum."

Miley got a big smile, remembering the time Charlie had tasted his own semen after she had jerked him off, "Let me have some."

Scooping more of her fluids, Charlie lifted his hand to Miley's lips. She licked his fingers first, then sucked them into her mouth. She kept her eyes on Charlie, watching his turned-on expression.

"That's so hot," Charlie stared.

"You want to know what's even better?" Miley murmured. "Sucking on your cock after it's been in my pussy."

"Really?" Charlie whispered.

"Yeah," Miley nodded. "Why don't you stick your cock in me for a while, then I'll suck your orgasm out?"

"Okay," Charlie agreed. Not that he could refuse such an enticing offer, especially with the massive erection sprouting between his legs. "But we have to go easy, my ribs are still tender."

"Why don't you lay down," Miley suggested. "I can be on top. I'll go real slow."

Charlie rose from between Miley's knees and then laid back on his bed. She grabbed one of his pillows to put beneath his head, then swung a leg over to straddle his hips.

"Do you like this position more than missionary?" Charlie wondered curiously.

"I can get you deeper this way," Miley said as she reached down to grab Charlie's shaft. She positioned his cock to her entrance, between the fold of her crotchless panties. "But I like it when you're on top too, because I like your pacing. You always start real slow, but by the end you're usually fucking me really hard and fast. I like that because you get so excited right before you cum and it's nice to get fucked real hard sometimes."

Charlie smiled, but then his mouth hung open in pleasure as Miley pushed herself down and impaled herself on his cock. It felt exquisite as her warmth surrounded him.

"Doggy is my favorite," Miley continued, enjoying the subject matter. She planted her palms on the bed beside Charlie instead of on his chest so as not to hurt him, hovering over his torso. "You get the deepest that way."

"Like the other day?" Charlie asked, "When I was fucking you on my desk?"

Miley lowered her hips, working more of Charlie's length into her pussy. "Yeah," she said, casting her head so her hair wouldn't fall into her eyes. "You were so deep that day, god Charlie. I thought your cock was going to come up through my throat."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh.

Miley giggled, "It's true. I love your cock, baby."

"Yeah?" Charlie was looking up to Miley's eyes, his hands finding her hips.

"It's so big," Miley moaned as she pushed herself further, taking the full length within her. "And you fuck me with it so good."

"Oh god that feels good," Charlie said, closing his eyes as Miley held herself in place and started rolling her hips

"Don't cum in me, okay? I want to suck on you for a while so tell me if you feel like you're going to cum."

Charlie grinned at the way Miley directed their sex with such casual authority, "Okay."

Miley took her palms from the bed and rose straight, letting her weight be supported by her straddling legs. She tossed her wavy brunette tendrils back and started bouncing slowly atop Charlie, not wanting to jostle him too badly. She grabbed her own breasts, letting him watch as she squeezed her palm-fitting flesh.

Charlie started pushing his own hips up to meet her, his hands sliding around Miley's hips to clutch firmly on her panty-clad ass cheeks.

"You like my butt, don't you baby?"

"Y-yeah," Charlie breathed out. "You have the sexiest butt I've ever seen on a girl."

Miley grinned proudly. "Here..." she said, suddenly lifting herself off Charlie and withdrawing from his cock.

Charlie blinked in dismay as he felt the cool air against his erection; it fell against his tummy and glistened with Miley's wetness. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Miley sat on the edge of the bed and worked quickly to slip her panties off. "I'm not going anywhere," she said with a wink. When she crawled back up on bed she took a reverse position as before and straddled Charlie so that her ass was facing him.

"Oh yeah, I like that," Charlie groaned as Miley once again gripped his cock and aimed it between her legs. He was staring at her backside and wasted no time in laying his palms on her butt.

"I thought you would," Miley said over her shoulder.

Charlie kneaded his fingers into Miley's soft flesh, groping her ass as she resumed their fucking.

"Do you like looking at my butt while I fuck you?"

"Yes," Charlie whispered, incredibly aroused by watching Miley's backside as she lifted and lowered herself. He stared at the sight of his cock disappearing within her stretched lips each time she took his length.

"Tell me why," Miley said, watching Charlie's aroused expression as she looked over her shoulder. "Tell me what you like about my ass."

"It's so tan," Charlie muttered in a voice hot with desire. "And smooth. And perfectly shaped."

"I like to tan in the nude," Miley said. "Because I know how much you like my butt to be tan. You don't like tan lines."

"I've never told you that, how did you...?

"I know my man," Miley assured him. "You like me tan all over, don't you baby?"

Charlie nodded, his breath growing rapid as Miley was swiftly rolling her hips.

"You like to look at my nice tanned titties and ass while you fuck me, and think about shooting your hot white gunk all over my sexy tan body. Don't you, Charlie?"

"Oh fuck, yes. Miley... I'm close..."

Miley lifted herself off Charlie's erection and knelt on the bed beside him. She quickly took his cock into her grip, seeing his distress at suddenly being free of her warmth, "Don't worry, lover. I have you."

Charlie issued a low moan as Miley knelt over him and suckled his cock between her lips. At first she took just the head, but it didn't take her long to start bobbing her head and working more and more of his length into her mouth.

"I do taste good," Miley gasped, taking a break to jerk Charlie with her hand for a few moments. "My pussy is sweeter than honey, isn't it baby?"




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 20



"Yes," Charlie gasped as Miley swiftly masturbated him.

"Do you want a taste?"

"Y-yes," Charlie gasped again.

Miley smiled mischievously, swinging her leg once more around Charlie. But this time she maneuvered her legs to either side of Charlie's head so that she was over his face.

Gripping his hands to her butt, Charlie lifted his head as Miley lowered her pussy to his mouth. He lapped between her lips and began eagerly eating her out. He could feel Miley's mouth return to his erection as they sixty-nined, and before long both of them were squirming with arousal. Fluids leaked profusely from Miley's sex as tremors of her orgasm arrived like a building earthquake between her thighs. She took her mouth from Charlie's cock in order to gasp and moan, but she kept pumping him in her hand and masturbating his length with firm and swift motions.

"I'm going to cum," Miley announced in a raspy breath. "Oh fuck, Charlie, I'm going to cum on your mouth!"

With his hands squeezing tightly into the flesh of her butt, Charlie focused on Miley's clitoris and pushed her over the edge. She screamed and pushed her sex against his mouth, grinding her cunt against his tongue. Honey poured from between her legs and coated Charlie's face.

"Eat my pussy," Miley coaxed desperately. "Eat my cunt, baby... oh god I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

Just as Miley's orgasm reached its climax, she heard Charlie's muffled groan as a spurt of warmth hit her face. She realized she was still stroking him and Charlie was cumming as well. His semen jetted forth as she jacked him off, spraying out wildly. Ropes of it sprang up to land on her cheeks and forehead, and even in her hair. She kept pumping his length and lowered her mouth to suck the last of it from the tip of his cock.

Charlie titled his head back, gasping for air. His face glistened with Miley's juices as she suckled on his tip, coaxing the last of his semen out. "Holy shit," he exclaimed breathlessly.

Miley crawled off of him and knelt at Charlie side, "That was kinda hot," she grinned, wiping a dollop of cum out of her eye socket.

"Damn," Charlie stared. "I got it all over your face."

"I know," Miley giggled. "You made a big mess, as usual. It's okay; I love it when you shoot your stuff all over me."

"I love make-up sex," Charlie grinned.

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"I can't believe you kissed him."

"I know," Stacy groaned, talking to Brian on her cell phone.. He had called her later that day, after arriving home from breakfast with Charlie. "It was so stupid, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Are you into him?" Brian asked.

"No, of course not," Stacy assured him. "I mean, I love Charlie. But not like that."

"Then why did you kiss him?" Brian wanted to know.

"I told you," Stacy sounded annoyed. "I don't know. God, I can't believe he even told you."

"I think it just slipped out of him. I doubt he would have told me if he had been thinking straight. He'd had a late night and was tired."

"Do you think he'll tell Miley?" Stacy worried.

"He already did," Brian replied. "I guess they had a big fight over it; thus the late night."

"Great," Stacy lamented dryly. "She and I were just starting to get along again."

"I'm sure it will be fine," Brian tried to assure her. "You know how Miley is; she blows her stack at first, she and Charlie have a bunch of drama, and then a day later everything's cool and they're back to normal."

"Yeah," Stacy let out a reluctant laugh. "Yeah, you're right."

"Listen," Brian started tentatively. "I'm worried about you. Is everything okay? Charlie said you've been kinda depressed lately."

"I'm fine," Stacy promised. She did her best to make it sound true. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about the baby, you know? I think I made a big mistake."

"I... I don't know what to say. Do you want me to come over?"

"No, it's fine. There's nothing you can say, Brian. It wasn't your choice. It was mine."

"I know, but if you need someone to talk to...?"

Stacy got up from her living room couch when she heard a car door and pushed aside the shade to look out into the driveway, "Maybe later, okay? Looks like I already have someone to talk to."

"Huh?" Brian sounded confused.

"Miley's here," Stacy said. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Uh oh," Brian replied. "Okay. Call me later."

Stacy hung up her phone and moved to the door. She stepped out as Miley approached and met her on the front steps. If there was going to be a blowout Stacy wanted to shield her parents, who were inside the house.

"Hey," Miley greeted, wearing her favorite cut-off shorts and one of Charlie's tee shirts; she had it tucked in and billowed out, oversized for her small frame.

"Hey," Stacy greeted back, wondering when the yelling would start.

"Charlie said you were over last night," Miley said calmly, sitting down on the concrete steps.

"I heard he told you about the kiss," Stacy joined her, sitting beside Miley and brushing her blonde hair back.

"He didn't tell me," Miley grinned.

Stacy looked confused, "But Brian said-"

"He wasn't going to tell me," Miley corrected herself. "He only admitted it when I saw lipstick on his lip."

"Miley, I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything." Stacy exhaled tiredly, still thinking there was going to be a fight, "And Charlie pushed me away..."

"Why did you kiss him?" Miley wondered.

Stacy glanced at Miley, scared that she was being so calm.

"I'm not mad. I mean, I was, but I over-reacted."

"Brian said you and Charlie had a fight?"

Miley nodded, "Sort of. But it's okay. We made up. I just came from his house, as a matter of fact."

"I don't know why I kissed him," Stacy lowered her forehead to a palm. "I guess it was because I'm tired of feeling so awful all the time, and I wanted to feel something good. Something nice. I see how happy Charlie makes you, the way he treats you, I guess some part of me wanted to know what that felt like."

Miley put her arm around Stacy's shoulders, "So if it would have been me at home you wouldn't have kissed me?"

Stacy laughed at that. It felt nice to laugh, "Maybe."

"It would have been my second kiss from a girl last night," Miley grinned.

"What?" Stacy lifted her head and looked at Miley.

"Yeah, you know that Haley girl who found Charlie after he got mugged?"

"No way!" Stacy exclaimed, "Charlie said you guys were out shopping last night?"

"Yeah," Miley confirmed. "And she kissed me. We were in a dressing room together trying on lingerie."

"Oh my god," Stacy laughed. "And she kissed you? Did you kiss her back?"

"A little," Miley admitted with a bite of her lip.

"Oh my god!" Stacy repeated. "Does Charlie know?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded. "I told him."

"What did he say?"

Miley lifted a shoulder, "He was pretty cool with it."

Stacy grinned and rolled her eyes, "Boys."

"I know, right?" Miley giggled. "It's like two girls kissing is some magical aphrodisiac for all guys."

"So this Haley girl is into you?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know," Miley answered. "It just kind of happened, and then we acted like it didn't for the rest of the night."

"Well, are you into her?"

Miley gasped out a quick laugh, "Of course not! I'm engaged, Stace. I'm not suddenly going to leave the man I love and go all lesbian on you."

Stacy chuckled, "I didn't mean it like that. So Haley is gay?"

"No," Miley shook her head. "I'm pretty sure she's into guys too."

"So what are you going to do?" Stacy wondered.

"Nothing," Miley replied simply.

"Aren't you two going to hang out again?"

"I hope so," Miley said. "You should hang with us, we could go shopping. She's really fun."

"Yeah right," Stacy huffed. "Maybe we could all make out in the lingerie dressing room together."

Miley giggled, "We could make a fortune selling the photos online."

Stacy laughed, swatting Miley's leg, "You're so bad!"

Both girls laughed and giggled together for a while. Stacy was happy there hadn't been a fight, and was thankful that Miley had come over. It had been a long time since Stacy laughed like that, and it felt good.

"So," Stacy started after their giggling subsided. "Are we cool?"

"Of course we're cool," Miley hugged her best friend. "Just don't kiss my boyfriend anymore, okay? I mean, unless I'm there to approve."

"Whatever," Stacy hugged back. "Oh, by the way. Guess who called me and asked me out."

"Who?" Miley asked, eager for more gossip.

"That friend of Charlie's, Chip?"

"Oh my god," Miley beamed. "I totally forgot that Charlie mentioned you were into him."

"I'm not into him!" Stacy denied. "I said he was cute."

"He is cute," Miley agreed. "So he asked you out?"

"Yeah, but I turned him down."

"What?!"

"I felt so bad," Stacy said. "He seems like a really nice kid, but..."

"But what?" Miley prodded, "You should go out with him."

"He's only seventeen," Stacy reminded. "I'm almost twenty. He's still in high school, for crying out loud."

"So?" Miley wondered. "Who cares. You're barely two years older than him. That's nothing. My mom is like five years older than my dad."

"And look how that worked out for them," Stacy noted. "They're divorced."

"Okay, bad example," Miley admitted. "But my point is that lots of couples are a lot farther apart than two years."

"It's different when one of them is in high school and the other one is in college."

"Oh my god!" Miley cried, "You're such a hypocrite."

"I am not," Stacy defended herself.

"You are too," Miley countered. "When we were seniors like Chip is you only dated college guys."

Stacy blinked, stuck by Miley's point, "That's true..."

"You should go out with him," Miley encouraged.

"You think so?" Stacy considered.

"Yeah," Miley nodded. "He's a really sweet guy. Whenever I stop by the comic book store he's so nice to me. He really needs a girlfriend."

Stacy rolled her eyes, "So I'm reduced to dating desperate guys now?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Miley replied. "I meant, he needs a girlfriend because he's going to make some girl really lucky. The first girl that gives him a shot is going to realize how sweet he is, and get treated like a princess."

Stacy glanced at Miley, thinking that sounded nice.

"The same way I get treated by Charlie," Miley added.

=====

Haley sighed, resting her chin in a palm as she leaned over the counter at the jewelry store. She hated working weekends, but her boss had called that morning stating her co-worker was sick and offered time-and-a-half. It had been slow all afternoon with nothing but a couple of browsers that didn't need any assistance. Haley thought she was going to go out of her mind with boredom until she saw Charlie walk by in the mall.

"Uh-oh," she muttered as Charlie saw her and stopped. She wondered if he knew about the kiss.

"What are you doing here on a Sunday?" Charlie asked, entering the store.

"Someone called in sick," Haley replied. "What about you?"

"I needed some comic bags," Charlie lifted his purchase.

Haley smirked, "You are such a nerd."

Charlie grinned and didn't take offense at the good-natured teasing.

"It couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Haley asked. "When you work?"

Charlie shrugged, "I was bored. Miley ditched me to go hang with her best friend."

"I know how you feel, it's been slow here all day."

"No girls around to kiss?" Charlie said with a smile.

Haley winced, "She told you?"

Charlie set his bag from the comic book store on the counter, standing across from Haley. "Of course she told me. What's with kissing my fiancé?"

"Sorry?" Haley offered. She was relieved that Charlie didn't seem too upset. "Miley's really attractive, and I... it just kind of happened, you know?"

"Actually, I do," Charlie replied.

"You do?"

"Yeah," Charlie sighed. "Long story. Look, I've never had to be a jealous boyfriend before; Miley's pretty good at chasing off the guys that hit on her. But could you not try making out with her in the future?"

Haley grinned, "I thought all guys liked it when girls kissed."

"Yeah, well, I didn't even get to see."

Haley chuckled, "Would it make you feel better if you got to kiss me too?"

Charlie lifted a finger, "You're trouble, you know that? I thought you were a nice girl, but you're trouble."

Haley laughed at Charlie's teasing, "Sorry, I'm a shameless flirt."

"Don't worry about it," Charlie replied.

"So we're cool?" Haley asked, "You don't hate my guts for kissing Miley?"

"We're cool," Charlie assured her. He was about to say something more when he felt his cell phone buzzing. He lifted a pausing finger to Haley and dug in his pocket.

"Hello?" Charlie answered.

A deep male voice was on the other end of the phone, "I'm looking for a Mr. Charlie White?"

"This is Charlie."

"Hello Mr. White, my name is Detective West; I'm with the Tallahassee police department."

"Yes?" Charlie said, wondering what the call could be about.

"Do you know anyone by the name of Brock Edwards?"

Charlie blinked in recognition. He remembered the name clearly, though he hadn't thought of the bully from his high school in a long time. "Yeah," Charlie replied. "I mean, sort of. We went to high school together."

"He was arrested earlier today on a traffic violation," the detective said. "After a search of his vehicle, we found your wallet."

Charlie blinked, wondering how Brock would have his wallet. Unless...

The detective continued, "We believe he may have been involved in the mugging and assault you suffered two weeks ago."

(to be continued)

[edited by manda126)



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 21



PART 1 -- The Fate of Brock

=====================

Stacy squinted as she carefully applied polish to one of her toenails, her expression clenched with concentration. When her toenails were all finally a uniform light-purple, Stacy stuffed cotton balls between her toes and let out a soft sigh before helplessly looking around her parent's living room. The television was on a dry afternoon talk show and Stacy couldn't imagine being more bored.

"I need a hobby," she complained. Stacy rose from the couch and waddled towards her bedroom while trying to keep her toes elevated. After finding a short stack of comic books Brian had left behind (while they were dating), Stacy flopped down on her bed and began perusing through the pages.

"I just don't get those boys," Stacy said, continuing to talk out loud as if there were someone beside her. "Charlie and Brian can sit for hours reading these stupid things."

She quickly lost interest in the comic book and glanced about her room. Nothing grabbed Stacy's interest until her eyes fell upon her bedside table drawer. She stared at the closed drawer for a moment before sliding herself closer and opening it. After reaching inside, Stacy's eyes lit up at the eight-inch rubber vibrator she removed. She caressed the thing lovingly for a moment, laying on her tummy with her ankles bent and her freshly-painted toes wiggling in the air.

"I bet you could help me kill twenty minutes," Stacy said to her vibrator. "Although, if you occasionally tried some foreplay it might take us a whole half hour -"

"Um, who are you talking to?"

Stacy jumped at the voice in her bedroom doorway, "Oh my god! Charlie, you scared the shit out of me."

Charlie smiled and leaned against the door jamb, "Sorry. You must not have heard me over the conversation you were having."

Stacy blushed and dropped the sex toy back into her drawer, "Don't tease me. I'm going out of my mind with boredom, today. What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be at work?

Charlie lifted a shoulder, "I took the afternoon off."

Stacy gazed at Charlie; he looked so handsome in his tan cargo pants and a stylish grey polo shirt. His shock of brown hair was messy but stylish. "You did?"

Charlie nodded, staring right back.

Stacy swallowed nervously, "So, um... why did you come over here?"

"Because I can't stop thinking about you," Charlie answered. "I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since that night you kissed me."

Still lying on her tummy, Stacy's mouth went dry at Charlie's words, "R-really?"

"Miley's out of town," Charlie added. "She'd never know."

"...Charlie..." Stacy breathed out his name. "We shouldn't. Miley's my best friend."

Charlie folded his arms across his slender chest. He looked confused, "Then why did you kiss me? I thought you liked me?"

"I do!" Stacy quickly got up, rising off the bed and to her feet. "You're my closest friend, other than Miley. I adore you, Charlie. You must know that."

"I want to make love to you," Charlie declared.

Stacy's breath caught in her throat. It was that very moment when she realized how badly she wanted Charlie in return. The feeling had always been there, in the back of her mind, but it was as though Stacy finally let herself admit it.

"I want you too," Stacy revealed with a quiet whisper. "I've wanted you all summer long, ever since you came back from Brown."

Charlie pushed away from the door and approached Stacy. She made no move to resist him when his arms enveloped her, nor did she complain when his lips fell upon hers. She felt herself falling backwards as Charlie lowered her to the bed...

~~~~~

Waking up with a start, Stacy sat straight up on her bed. A quick assessment showed that she was all alone. A comic book slid to the floor from her stirrings.

"Jeezus," Stacy cursed, putting a hand to her forehead. She realized she had fallen asleep on her bed after painting her toenails; the encounter with Charlie had only been a dream.

"You're not in love with Charlie," Stacy told herself, getting up from the bed.

"I am not in love with Charlie White," Stacy repeated, more firmly. "I can't be."

Walking into the bathroom, Stacy poured a half glass of water from the faucet and drank it down. "Get a hold of yourself," she said into the mirror, "you are not in love with your best friend's fiancé."

As Stacy stared at the determined expression found in her reflection, she almost started to believe her own words.

=====

"Brock!?" came Brian's stunned voice through Charlie's cell phone. "As in - the muscle-bound linebacker from high school? That Brock?"

"Yep," Charlie confirmed as he carefully packed clothes into a box. His cell phone rested on his bed, set on speaker so he could have his hands free while talking to Brian. "I had to make a statement at the police station this morning before work. They gave me my wallet back, which they found in his car."

"Unbelievable. I guess he graduated from 'Class Bully' to 'Town Mugger'."

"Yeah," Charlie agreed as he moved to fetch more clothes from his dresser. "And to think, after graduation I remember being glad I'd never have to deal with his shit again."

"What's going to happen to him?" Brian wondered.

"The police said he's looking at two to five years on the assault and robbery charges, but they think they can link him to some other muggings as well. I'm guessing he's in deep shit."

"Serves him right," Brian sounded pleased by the notion of Brock in prison. "He should get two-to-five just for all the wedgies he gave me when we were freshman."

Charlie folded a shirt, "Do you remember that time when he held Fred Neidermeyer head-first into the toilet?"

"Of course," Brian's voice replied. "Brock kept flushing, which was the only time poor Fred could breathe. I'll never forget the sound of him gasping for air as the toilet bowl slowly filled back up; that memory still haunts me at night."

Charlie paused his packing activities, "Whatever happened to Fred?"

"He drowned our junior year, in Lake Charles. Don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah," Charlie recalled. "I never realized the irony, before..."

"So what are you up to tonight?" Brian interrupted Charlie's thoughts. "You want to go see the new Blue Beetle movie?"

"Are you kidding?" Charlie scoffed, "That looks as terrible. I mean, Nicolas Cage as the Blue Beetle? I just don't see it."

"Yeah," Brian sounded in agreement. "But it's either that or some female-comedy about five alcoholic nurses."

Charlie shuddered, "Miley keeps bringing that one up like she wants to see it. I keep hoping she goes with Stacy."

"You want to just go hang out at the mall or something? I'm bored."

"Can I get a rain check? I'm packing up a carload of stuff to take over to the apartment tonight."

"You're finally moving in with Miley, huh?"

"Yeah," Charlie smiled, happy about moving into Miley's near-campus apartment. "It feels like we've been planning it forever, but when I got mugged it put everything on hold."

"Do you need a hand?" Brian offered.

"Nah, I just have some boxes of clothes and a toothbrush. Nothing major."

"All right, dude. Hey, don't forget, this weekend we need to go make the arrangements on that apartment Sam picked. Get the keys and stuff."

"I haven't forgotten," Charlie promised. "When is she coming, again?"

"I'm going next week to pick her up."

Charlie grinned, "I can't believe you're driving all the way to Miami to help her move. You two haven't even gone out on a date yet; and you call me whipped!"

"Whatever, dude. I haven't had any pussy all summer. I'm desperate."

=====

Miley placed her hands at her hips, staring at the cubby shelves set into the wall of her apartment's bathroom. They were stuffed full of her various feminine products and beauty supplies; how would she ever make room for Charlie's stuff?

Thankfully, a knocking sound interrupted her re-organization attempts. Miley moved towards the living room.

"Hey," Haley greeted after Miley opened the door.

"Haley," Miley beamed a smile at the beautiful blonde, "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the 'hood," Haley replied. "Thought I'd stop in and see what my new favorite shopping partner was up to."

Miley gestured lazily for Haley to enter, "I'm trying to make room in the bathroom for Charlie, but there's barely enough room for my stuff." She huffed and declared, "I seriously can't even spare a single shelf!"

Haley walked into the apartment and pushed the door shut. She grinned at Miley's pouting expression, "Charlie's a guy. I mean, he'll have a toothbrush and a stick of deodorant. That hardly warrants a whole shelf."

Miley giggled, "You're probably right. Guys are so grungy. I swear Charlie would wear the same Star Wars tee shirt every day if I let him."

"So you two are finally moving in together, huh?"

Miley nodded excitedly, pushing a strand of curly dark hair off her forehead. "Tonight will be our first official night together as a live-in couple."

"So... I'm guessing that means you don't want to go to a party with me tonight?"

"Party?" Miley lifted a brow.

"Yeah," Haley smiled. "This girl I know who works at the mall is having a house party, not far from here actually. There's going to be lots of kegs and even more hot single college guys."

"That sounds like fun," Miley mused. "I haven't been to a party since early this summer, before Charlie and I got back together."

"You and Charlie should come," Haley urged.

"Are you sure we wouldn't be crashing?"

Haley shook her head, "No, of course not. It's a house party! The more the merrier, you know?"

Miley bit her lower lip, considering. She really felt like letting her hair down after all the drama summer had brought her, "Okay, I'll call Charlie and see if he's up to it."

=====

"I mean, Nicolas fucking Cage?" Brian was complaining through Charlie's cell phone speaker. "Even Shia Labeouf would make a better Blue Beetle."

Charlie was laughing at his best friend's rant when his phone beeped, signaling another call. "Hang on, I got Miley on the other line.."

"Yeah okay," Brian agreed blandly.

Charlie pushed a button on his phone, "Hello?"

"Hey baby," came Miley's voice.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Charlie immediately apologized. "I think Brian's lonely and I can't get him off the phone."

"Don't sweat it. You want to go to a party tonight?"

"Party?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah, Haley invited us to a house party. It sounds like a lot of fun."

Charlie sounded hesitant, "I don't know..."

"Oh come on," came Miley's pouting voice, "It's Friday night and for once you don't have to work tomorrow. Haley says Brian should come too."

"But I was planning on moving some of my stuff in tonight," Charlie complained.

"So you'll bring your stuff tomorrow. Please, Charlie? We haven't partied all summer."

"All right," Charlie finally agreed. Saying 'no' to Miley just wasn't in Charlie's DNA.

Both Miley and Haley could be heard through the phone, "Yay!"

"Where is it?" Charlie asked. "I'll go pick up Brian and we'll meet you and Haley there."

After writing down an address which wasn't far from Miley's near-campus apartment, Charlie switched lines again. "Hey man, you still bored?"

"Hell yeah," Brian replied.

"You want to go to a house party with Miley and Haley?"

"Is Haley the hot blonde who works in the jewelry store?" Brian's voice perked up. "The one you said kissed Miley?"

"Uh, yeah," Charlie answered.

"Fuck yeah, dude! I want to party with that chick."

PART 2 - Drama Party ================

By the time Charlie and Brian arrived to the party, it was already raging. Music poured through the windows of the two-story house and dozens of people holding plastic beer cups were standing all over the front lawn.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," Charlie worried as he and Brian walked towards the house on a paved sidewalk. "Someone's going to call the cops, and we're under-age."

Brian rolled his eyes, "You were hanging out with those squares at Brown too long. This whole street is nothing but student-rented houses, dude. No one's going to call the cops because everyone's probably at this party, or gone for the summer."

"Are you sure?" Charlie fretted.

"Trust me," Brian assured. "I've been to a million parties in this neighborhood."

After walking through an open door the two friends were greeted to a throng of people. They had to wriggle and slide, slowly meandering their way through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. The music was loud and the air smelled of beer and sweat.

Charlie had to yell to be heard, "We're never going to find the girls in this crowd!"

"We'll worry about the girls later," Brian hollered back, pushing his way through the mass of bodies towards what he hoped was the kitchen. "Let's find some beer."

When they finally squirted through the mess of drunken party-goers and into the kitchen, Charlie and Brian were greeted a circle of men all screaming and cheering. Standing on his toes to see what everyone was so excited about, Charlie was greeted to the sight of two women sucking on each other's tongues. One was a stunning blonde with long feathered hair, wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a skimpy red top. The other was an equally sexy brunette with ravishing curls, wearing a clinging sun-dress.

"Holy shit, dude," Brian said, peering as well. "Who's that chick sucking face with Miley?"

"Haley," Charlie muttered, barely audible.

"You have got to introduce me, dude."

"Miley!?" Charlie started pushing between two onlookers.

Startled from her kiss with Haley, Miley's face lit up when she saw Charlie approaching. "Charlie!" she squealed happily, untangling herself from Haley and running into his arms. "What took you so long to get here!?"

"I took a shower, and then I had to go get Brian -"

Miley pressed a kiss against Charlie's lips and squeezed him tightly. She had alcohol on her breath and was already clearly intoxicated.

"What's going on, Miley? You're kissing Haley again?"

Miley laughed, "Yeah, these guys said we could drink all we wanted for free tonight if we made out for sixty seconds and let them watch."

"Hey, Charlie." Haley approached, "Don't be mad, okay? We were just fucking around."

"Yeah, Charlie. Don't be mad." Brian held out a hand towards Haley, "I'm Brian, by the way."

"Whatever," Charlie frowned and turned.

Miley watched, stunned, as Charlie abandoned her and started back the way he came. "Charlie? Charlie, I'm sorry! It didn't mean anything...!"

Haley winced.

"Where's the keg?" Brian asked as several of the guys surrounding them started cheering for the girls to kiss again.

=====

Chip cleared his throat nervously after ringing the doorbell, adjusting the collar of his button shirt. After what seemed like several moments of eternity a light came on from the other side of the door and it opened.

"Hi Chip," his date greeted.

Chip swallowed. Stacy looked absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair was gathered up into a twist at the top of her head and she wore a casual white dress that clung to her voluptuous form and only fell to mid-thigh.

"Um, hi. Uh, these are for you."

Stacy smiled and took the flowers, "They're beautiful, thank you. Why don't you come in, I should put them in some water."

Chip followed Stacy into the foyer of her parent's house, looking about. "Are your mom and dad home?" he asked nervously, having never been on a real date before. He was uncertain about the prospect of meeting Stacy's father.

"Nope, it's Bingo Night," Stacy called as she moved towards the kitchen. "They go almost every Friday."

Chip trailed after Stacy, relieved.

"These really are gorgeous," Stacy remarked, fitting her flowers into a vase before adding water from the sink faucet. "It's really sweet of you to bring them, thank you."

"You're welcome," Chip replied. "But to be honest, it was Charlie's idea. He said you liked roses."

Stacy snapped a glanced towards Chip, "He did?" 

"Yeah," Chip nodded. "I'm lucky Charlie's my friend, he knows everything about you. He talks about you all the time."

Pushing a whisk of blonde hair behind her ear, Stacy temporarily forgot about the flowers. "He does?"

"Uh-huh," Chip confirmed. "You guys must be really great friends, huh?"

"Yeah," Stacy murmured, glancing back to the flowers. For a moment she let herself believe they were from Charlie. "I think it's totally sweet that you brought these. My ex-boyfriend never bought me flowers."

Chip looked even more nervous than before at the prospect of being compared to Stacy's ex-boyfriend. He pictured a muscle-bound jock in his mind, silently wondering how a girl as perfect as Stacy ever agreed to go out with him.

Stacy winced, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring him up. That's not very good etiquette for a first date, huh?"

"It's okay," Chip made a dismissive gesture and forced a smile. "How come you guys broke up?"

Stacy set the vase on the kitchen table and snagged her purse, "That is a long and dramatic story that I'd rather not think about tonight."

"Right, sorry." Chip squirmed, uncomfortable and out of his element. He was already worried about the end of the date and if he'd summon enough courage to go for a kiss.

=====

Miley pushed her way through the house, trying not to bump into people's arms and getting beer spilled on her again. Her dress already had a large wet spot from some random guy who was too drunk to keep his balance. She finally reached the kitchen and found Brian, who was standing at the keg and talking with some guys she didn't recognize, "Brian! What are you doing?"

Brian glanced towards Miley, who appeared frantic.

"I can't find Charlie," Miley's agitated voice matched her expression. "I've looked everywhere! I thought you were supposed to help me look for him? What if he left?"

Brian sighed. Why couldn't he ever escape the constant drama between Charlie and Miley? "You should have thought about that before you started making out with that lesbian chick."

Miley scowled, "Her name is Haley, and she's not a lesbian. She's my friend."

"Well, I don't know what you expect me to do. I figured I'd stake out the keg, Charlie has to get thirsty eventually, right?"

Miley issued a frustrated sigh, "You're totally useless, Brian. You know that?"

Brian rolled his eyes and filled up his glass, "All right, all right. I'll help you look for him. Just let me fill up my beer, okay?"

=====

Haley was the first to find Charlie. She figured he went outside and indeed found him sitting on the street curb alone. "Hey stud," she greeted and approached, settling herself down beside him.

"Hi Haley," Charlie glanced at her.

"You know, the 'moping-loner' thing doesn't really suit you." Haley offered Charlie her glass, which was half-full, "And I'm sorry about kissing your girlfriend... again. We really were just trying to take advantage of those stupid guys." Haley sighed, "I don't know what it is about your gender and your desire to watch two women."

Charlie took Haley's glass, "I believe you."

"Then what's bothering you?" Haley asked.

"I guess it's this whole scene."

Haley squinted, not understanding. "What do you mean? What scene?"

"The party scene," Charlie clarified. "It's not me. I don't fit in at college parties, you know? I was always the outcast in high school who stayed home and played video games on Friday night. But Miley fits right in. She's instantly the most popular girl of any room she walks into."

"Are you jealous?" Haley wondered.

"No, it's not that." Charlie took a long swallow of the beer, "But we were apart last year. She was here at State going to parties and having fun while I was at Brown hanging out in my dorm room."

Haley started to understand, "Ah. So you're scared you won't fit in. Now that you'll be going to the same school this fall, Miley will be the popular party girl and you'll be her wall-flower nerdy boyfriend."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 21



Charlie frowned, "I wouldn't have said it exactly like that, but yeah."

"And you think sitting out here all by yourself on the curb is a good solution?"

Charlie handed Haley her beer back, "Probably not."

Haley exhaled, "Charlie, Miley adores you. I mean, she wasn't even going to come tonight if you didn't agree. She wants to be with you all the time, and when she's not with you she can't shut up about you." Haley swallowed from her cup and then muttered, "It's kind of sickening, actually."

Charlie's lips curled into a slight grin.

Haley continued, "I really don't think she cares if you're a party animal or not. She loves you for whatever you are."

Charlie nodded, "I know."

"Besides, I think it's kind of cool that you're not like those drunken slobs in there. Trust me, those adolescent guys cheering at us will only ever wish they get a girl as hot as Miley or I."

Charlie glanced aside at Haley, "So you think I'm cool?"

Haley grinned, "Honey, if it wasn't for Miley I would have asked you out a long time ago."

Charlie blinked, but before he could respond he heard Miley's voice.

"Charlie! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Charlie turned to see Miley trotting towards him, her usually-sexy gait a little off-balance. Brian reluctantly followed after her, carrying two plastic cups full of beer.

"I'm sorry," Charlie rose. "I guess I just got a little freaked out."

Miley rushed into Charlie's grasp, "Don't be mad at me, okay baby? Haley and I are just friends, I swear."

"I know," Charlie assured her, squeezing Miley back as she hugged him.

Brian finally reached the others and handed Charlie one of his beers, "We should probably drink these and head out. I think Miley's had enough."

"Whatever," Miley slurred. "I could drink you under the table, lightweight."

Haley laughed, "Hanging out with you guys is like being in a soap opera. It's kind of fun."

Brian groaned, "Please don't encourage them."

=====

Four hours later, Charlie carefully deposited Miley onto her bed.

"Charlie," Miley warned. "The room is spinning."

Charlie grinned as he pulled his shirt off, "That's your head, hon."

"Baby, you gotta take my dress off." Miley put a hand to her forehead hoping to still the spinning, "I dunno if I can manage it."

After taking off his pants, Charlie moved to Miley. "I can't believe you're still awake, after doing that third bong."

Miley did her best to lift and roll so Charlie could work her sundress off, but wasn't much help. "Those guys double-dog dared me to do it, Charlie. I had to prove..." Miley let out a cute burp, "...I had to prove my womanhood."

Charlie laughed as he hung up Miley's dress, "Your womanhood?"

Miley squirmed a little, nestling her body into the bed. She was wearing panties, but hadn't been wearing a bra. "I'm a woman, Charlie."

"You are," Charlie agreed, tugging the sheets down from beneath Miley. "The most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on."

Miley turned her head aside to look at Charlie. "Baby, I want to fuck tonight before we sleep. I'm horny."

Charlie laughed again, crawling into bed beside Miley.

"I'm serious, Charlie."

"Baby," Charlie kissed Miley's forehead, "You're drunk."

Miley's face twisted in confusion, "So?"

"I can't take advantage of a drunk girl," Charlie explained. "That would be like, rape, or something."

Miley snorted out several giggles, "Charlie! We make love almost every night, some nights twice. I think I'll be okay with it in the morning. Come on baby, please? Stick your big cock in me?"

"You won't pass out before we're finished, will you?"

"Charlie, you've got a ten inch dick. Would you be able to sleep with something that big getting stuffed inside of you?"

PART 3 - The Day After ==================

Miley awoke the next morning to the sound of her cell phone ringing and buzzing on the nightstand. She rolled over and desperately reached for the phone, hoping to silence it. Her head was pounding and the sound from the phone was like a dagger stabbing into her brain.

"...h-hello...?"

"Jeezus, Miley. You sound like shit," Stacy said. "Are you still sleeping?"

Miley squinted at her digital clock/radio and saw that it was nearly noon. "I'm up," she declared weakly. "Oh god, Stace, I think my head is going to split in two..."

"Sounds like somebody had fun last night," Stacy giggled.

"I was at this party with Charlie and Brian; Haley invited us." Miley slowly moved to sit at the edge of her bed, "The last thing I remember is Charlie driving us all home and watching Brian and Haley make out in the back seat."

"What?! I thought he was into that comic slut from Miami?"

Miley winced and cursed herself for the slip, "They were drunk, I'm sure it was meaningless."

Stacy's sigh came through the phone loud and clear, "You know what? I don't even care. Brian can see whoever he wants."

Miley realized how bad she had to pee and rose from the bed as she was talking to Stacy, "I meant to call you last night when we got home, but I must have passed out. How did your date with Chip go?"

"It was okay."

"Just 'okay'?" Miley trotted in bare feet towards the bathroom. She heard the television coming from down the hall and assumed Charlie was already up. "What did you guys do?"

"It was pretty casual," Stacy replied. "We went for pizza before he took me to a movie."

Miley pulled the tee shirt she was wearing up her tummy and pushed her panties down the expanse of her bare legs, "Did you see that new one with the five nurses? I heard it's really funny."

"I wanted to," Stacy said. "But Chip wanted to see some super hero movie starring Nic Cage; it was awful. The Blue Bug, or something."

Miley giggled as she relieved her bladder, "That's what you get for dating a geek - welcome to my world."

"It wasn't so bad, I guess. I mean, he was really sweet. He even brought me roses."

"Really?" Miley juggled the phone to her other ear as she reached for some toilet paper. "Did you sleep with him?"

"Miley!" Stacy chided. "Of course not." 

"How about a kiss?" Miley prodded, "Did he try to kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes," Stacy answered, and Miley could hear the smile on her best friend's face.

"Tell me everything!" Miley begged as she wiped between her legs.

"He was a real gentleman," Stacy said. "He walked me to my door. I think he was nervous because my parents were home, but he made his move right under the porch light."

Miley beamed a smile as she rose and wriggled her panties back up, "Did you kiss him back?"

"Yes," was Stacy's shy reply.

"And...?"

"He's not a very good kisser," Stacy reported.

"It was probably his first kiss," Miley suggested. "Give the poor guy some time to develop his skills."

"I don't know... he's still in high school, Miley. I feel like I'm robbing the cradle, you know?"

"Whatever," Miley rolled her eyes. "You're only two years older than him. Listen, hon, can I call you back later? I need to find some aspirin."

"Yeah, that's cool," Stacy answered. "I'm going out to lunch with my parents soon, anyway. Call me this afternoon?"

"Of course," Miley replied. "Love you."

"Love you too."

After hanging up and washing her hands, Miley wandered out to the living room to find Charlie on the couch watching cartoons. She smelled coffee and made a detour into the small kitchen.

"Morning," Charlie called.

"Hey lover," Miley called back, fetching a mug.

"How are you feeling?" Charlie wondered.

"I have a headache," Miley complained, reaching for the coffee pot.

"There's some Advil by the fridge."

Miley glanced at the ibuprofen and smiled. Charlie had obviously set the bottle out for her. She snatched up the small plastic container and carried it along with her coffee towards the couch. Curling a leg beneath her, Miley sat beside Charlie and leaned against him. "What'cha watching?" she asked, cradling her coffee mug and blowing on the steam.

"The Teen Titans," Charlie replied.

Miley teased, "Aren't you a little old for Saturday morning cartoons, baby?"

"It's not a cartoon," Charlie argued, "it's animated."

"Whatever." Miley snuggled against Charlie, taking a slurp of her coffee and fishing out some Advil, "I don't remember getting home last night. I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"

Charlie grinned, stretching an arm around Miley's shoulders, "You passed out in the car after we dropped Brian and Haley off at her place."

Miley almost spit up some of her coffee, "You left Brian at Haley's house last night?"

Charlie lifted an indifferent shoulder, "Yeah. Why? They were getting along great."

"They were drunk!" Miley frowned, "And what about Sam? She thinks Brian is really into her."

"I think he is," Charlie replied. "He really likes Sam."

Miley uncurled from Charlie and scowled at him, "But he slept with Haley?"

"I don't know," Charlie defended himself. "For all we know they stayed up all night playing video games."

"Yeah, right." Miley pouted in a huff, setting her coffee down, "I can't believe Brian would do that. He's such an ass."

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it last night. You were encouraging them to make out, during the car ride home."

"I was?"

Charlie nodded, "You kept telling them what an awesome couple they make."

"I was drunk too," Miley reminded.

"I know. I had to carry you to bed from the car."

"You carried me that whole way?"

"Of course. But then you woke up and begged me to fuck you."

Miley giggled, "Oh! I remember that. You fucked the shit out of me. Kind of a crazy first night together as a live-in couple, huh? Sorry about all the drama, babe."

"Technically, I haven't moved anything in yet. Tonight could be our first official night of living together."

"You are the sweetest guy..." Miley leaned and kissed Charlie's cheek.

"Who were you on the phone with, earlier?"

"Oh, that was Stacy," Miley replied.

Charlie wondered, "How did her date with Chip go?"

"I'm not sure," Miley considered. "She seemed kind of indifferent."

"Uh oh," Charlie frowned. "That doesn't sound good."

Miley shrugged, "They kissed?"

"That's more promising," Charlie sounded optimistic. "Even we didn't kiss on our first date."

Miley leveled a look at Charlie, "Baby, our 'first date' was me jacking you off in your bedroom after high school."

Charlie grinned in amusement, "Oh yeah."

Miley rolled her eyes, "At least Stacy got pizza."

"What was our first date?" Charlie wondered. "I mean, our first real date."

Miley swatted Charlie's shoulder, "I can't believe you've forgot!"

Charlie searched his thoughts.

"You took me to a scary movie, don't you remember? I jerked you off in the theater."

"Oh yeah," Charlie recalled. "It's funny how all our stories end with you jerking me off."

"It's not my fault," Miley noted. "You're the one who can't keep his dick out of my hand."

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Brian opened his eyes and immediately felt out of place. He hated waking up and not knowing where he was. Then he felt someone next to him. At least the person smelled nice, whoever it was...

"Good morning," Haley greeted as Brian rolled over. She was seated on the bed, legs crossed beneath her. She had a small plate and was nibbling on a piece of toast. "You want some breakfast?"

Brian sat up and immediately regretted it.

"Be careful," Haley grinned, seeing Brian's green gills. "We kind of tore it up last night."

Brian put a palm to his forehead before realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes. A second glance at Haley revealed she wasn't wearing any either. Brian had to force himself to look away from her amazing body, "Um, what happened?"

"Don't you remember?" Haley asked, finishing the last bite of her toast.

"I remember Charlie driving us," Brian recalled, straining through the fog of his hangover. "We were in the back seat. I remember Miley was in the front, and she kept telling us to..."

Haley smirked, "Yeah, she kept telling us to use more tongue."

Brian winced before looking to Haley, "Did we -?"

"Multiple times," Haley confirmed.

"Shit," Brian cursed.

"Not exactly what a girl wants to hear the morning after," Haley offered dryly.

"I'm sorry," Brian rubbed his eyes. "It's not you. You're great." Brian glanced at Haley's naked form once again, "Seriously, you are amazingly sexy."

Haley smiled knowingly.

"It's just that, that-"

"You have a girlfriend?" Haley guessed.

"Sort of, I'm not sure."

"Don't worry about it," Haley patted Brian's shoulder before getting up from the bed. "I wasn't looking for anything serious when I invited you in, last night."

Brian let out a relaxed breath, but when he watched Haley's naked ass sway towards the bathroom he had trouble recalling anything about Sam.

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After stepping out of the shower, Miley wrapped a fluffy towel around her slender form and started pushing a brush through her dark curls. The Advil was kicking in and she felt much better. "Charlie?" she called, regarding the mirror.

"Yeah?" Charlie called back from the sofa.

Miley continued to pay attention to her long curls, "Will you call Brian and ask him if he slept with Haley?"

"No!" Charlie replied. "Are you crazy?"

"But I'm not good enough friends yet with Haley," Miley whined. "I can't ask her private stuff like that, not yet. Not like I can with Stacy."

Charlie continued to refuse, "I'm not sticking my nose in."

"I'll give you a hand job?" Miley offered.

Charlie was silent for a few moments, obviously considering the offer, "Can I have one of those either way?"

Miley smiled at the mirror while inspecting herself, "Probably."

Charlie appeared in the bathroom doorway, "How come you're so worried about Brian and Haley?"

Miley set her brush down on the sink counter, "Because. Until he gets a girlfriend of his own, I'm responsible for Brian."

"What?" Charlie's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Behind every great guy is a fabulous woman," Miley noted. "And Brian is going to make a really great guy some day, so I have to do my best to guide him until he gets a woman of his own."

Charlie looked doubtful, "Um, I'm pretty sure Brian doesn't need a guide."

"Of course he does," Miley countered, returning to the mirror and examining her eyebrows. "If he didn't, he would have thought of Sam last night instead of hooking up with Haley. He always does this. The first time he shacked up with Stacy it was the same thing; they were both drunk. Then he got wasted at that club in Miami and woke up next to Sam. Now Haley. Someone needs to straighten him out."

"Say you're right," Charlie proposed. "I still don't understand why it's your responsibility. Won't he think you're just butting in?"

Miley turned away from the counter and faced Charlie, "I take care of you because you're my man. But Brian is your best friend, so that makes him, like... my second man. I love you both dearly."

Charlie grinned and shook his head, "So you take care of me, huh?"

Miley lifted a palm to Charlie's cheek, "Of course. I do my best to keep you out of trouble; I make sure you eat your vegetables; I tell you how awesome you are when you're feeling down; oh, and I give your cock regular milkings."

"You're not milking Brian too, are you?" Charlie joked.

Miley laughed, "I might kiss a few girls every now and then, but I'm a one-cock girl."

"How's your headache?" Charlie wondered.

"Much better," Miley replied, unwrapping her towel and letting it drop to the bathroom floor.

Charlie let out an impressed breath at Miley's naked form. Even after all the time they had been together, her skinny and tanned frame never failed to arouse Charlie, "Damn, baby."

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As Brian was pulling his jeans on he felt a buzzing against his thigh. Realizing it was his phone he dug in his pocket and glanced at the phone's face. "Fuck," he remarked before answering. "Hello?"

"Hey Brian," came Sam's voice. "Are you busy?"

"Um..."

Just then Haley walked back into the room, though she still hadn't put any clothes on. Brian was dumbfounded by her beauty. She had a perfect body, with an athletic tightness that made it hard to look away. Brian forced himself not to stare, "Um, no. No, I'm not busy."

Haley grinned and reached into her closet for a robe, doing her best to remain silent.

"What's up?" Brian asked, watching as Haley brushed her long blonde hair back over the collar of the robe.

"You're never going to believe this," Sam said excitedly. "I just got a call from an editor I know over at Marvel Comics. They're ready to order twelve issues of Captain Darkness from you and Charlie."

"What!?" Brian asked, stunned. He forgot all about Haley's hair.

Sam squealed excitedly, "I know, right? My friend says if fan response is positive, Marvel would like to make Captain Darkness the flagship of their adult line of comics! Can you believe it?"

"No fucking way!" Brian appeared to be in shock.

Haley paused what she was doing and blinked at Brian's excitement.

Sam continued, "We can go over the details next week when I'm in Tallahassee, but I should have a proposal from Marvel in hand for you and Charlie by then."

Brian laughed, "This is amazing! Sam, you are the greatest."

"I told you I'd get you published, didn't I?"

"I can't wait to tell Charlie," Brian said. "I should call him, can I call you back later?"

"Sure," Sam replied. "I can't wait."

Haley watched as Brian hung up his cell, "Good news I take it?"

"You could say that," Brian smiled.

"Let me guess," Haley joked, "your girlfriend is getting her breasts augmented?"

Brian chuckled, "No. And she's not really my girlfriend. In fact, we haven't even gone out on a date."

"You like her though," Haley guessed. "I could see it in your eyes when you were talking to her."

Brian nodded in admission, "She's really cool. In fact, she just got Charlie and me a deal with the largest publisher in comic books."

"That's really great," Haley smiled warmly, tying her robe. "And don't worry, she never has to know about us."

"Thanks, Haley."

"No problem," she replied. "So, how about that breakfast?"

"I'd love breakfast," Brian said. "I just have to call Charlie first."

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"Oh jeezus, Charlie..." Miley moaned as she felt the head of Charlie's cock begin to invade her entrance. "Go slow, baby. You're so big."

Miley was bent over the foot of the bed, her firm buttocks sticking straight up. Charlie stood behind her, his hands grasping Miley's slender hips as he attempted to fit his erection within her sex. Both of the young lovers had wasted no time dashing from bathroom to bedroom once sex was on their minds. After stripping Charlie of his clothing, Miley had quickly positioned herself on the bed without any thought or concern for foreplay.

"You're kind of dry," Charlie noticed out loud, feeling more resistance than usual.

Miley turned her head to look over her shoulder. "I must be dehydrated," she reasoned.

Charlie withdrew from his attempt, "I don't want to hurt you."

"No," Miley fretted, "don't quit. I'll moisten up. Maybe rub that big dick of yours on my clit for a minute?"

But Charlie had another plan. He squatted behind Miley until his head was level with her ass. Using his hands, he parted her ass cheeks aside and moved in.

"Oh fuck," Miley cursed pleasurably when she felt Charlie's tongue intrude between her pussy lips. She instinctively parted her legs to give him better access. "Oh fuck, that feels so good."

Charlie worked his tongue hard, lapping between her folds as deeply as he could reach. His face became buried in Miley's ass when he pushed himself forward to penetrate her even further. Making sure his tongue licked across her clit every few seconds, Charlie soon had Miley dripping in arousal.

As she was clenching her bedspread and moaning in heat, Miley heard Charlie's cell phone start to ring. The sound was muffled from being stuffed into the front pocket of his pants and discarded to a heap in the corner of the room.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 21



"Don't you dare answer that," Miley threatened in a dangerous tone, enjoying Charlie's attentions far too much to allow him to stop.

Charlie never even considered it.

Miley felt a twinge stemming from her clit when Charlie started sucking and nibbling on it, which made her gasp uncontrollably. "You've gotten so good at eating pussy," she complimented breathlessly. "You're driving me crazy, Charlie. Stick your tongue in my ass."

Pausing, Charlie placed a few kisses against Miley's right ass cheek.

"Please, baby," Miley begged. "I'm feeling so dirty. I want to feel you lick out my butt."

Charlie loved every inch of Miley, and didn't think twice.

Miley's body tightened when she felt the wet warmth poke against her asshole, "Oh god. That's so fucking nasty, it feels so good, Charlie."

Without thinking about where his tongue was, Charlie drove it as deeply as he could. He was rewarded by the way Miley started to moan and wriggle on the bed. He placed a hand between her legs and began circling his thumb pad against her clit, which only made her squirm more. Fluids began dripping slowly from Miley's sex, a mixture of her arousal and Charlie's saliva.

But then, Charlie withdrew his face from her.

"No," Miley begged wantonly. "Please don't stop. Please don't... I want to cum."

Miley felt Charlie stand behind her, then put his hands around her to hoist Miley to her feet. She started to protest, but didn't have any time to voice her desires to stay on the bed.

Charlie had her back pinned against a mirror on the closet door before she could say anything, and Miley immediately felt his erection probing between her thighs.

"I want to be inside you," Charlie whispered urgently.

Miley nodded, sensing his need. She quickly spun herself so that she was facing the long mirror, her back to Charlie. "Fuck me," she encouraged him, voice low and smoky.

This time Charlie had no problems pushing the head of his cock into Miley's now-soaked pussy. She spread her feet to accommodate him and leaned against the mirror for support. After just a few slow strokes, Charlie had worked the majority of his length into her. His thrusts pushed Miley against the closet door, so she positioned her body flat against the mirror; she could feel the cool and smooth surface against her skin. Charlie rutted against her forcefully, grabbing Miley's wrists and pinning them to the small of her back. She felt gloriously pinned and helpless as her man took his way with her.

"Take me," Miley encouraged. "Fuck me good, baby. Oh god... uh! Unh! Oh god...yes. Fuck me good, Charlie. Force your pleasure onto my body."

Charlie moved his chin over Miley's shoulder and began roughly kissing her cheek. She opened her mouth, one side of her face pinned against the mirror, and stuck her tongue out for Charlie to suck on. They made out as roughly as they fucked, with Miley making muffled moans as she explored the insides of Charlie mouth.

Finally, Charlie gasped and pulled his lips from Miley. "I'm gonna cum," he announced.

"I want to taste it," Miley blurted, feeling exquisitely naughty.

"Oh god," Charlie groaned as the undeniable feeling began rising up his shaft. He pulled out from Miley, releasing her.

"Cum in my mouth," Miley begged, sliding down the mirror and trying to kneel down in time. "I want your stuff inside me."

But she wasn't fast enough. Charlie's cock erupted freely, a big wad of his semen landing on the mirror's reflective surface right beside Miley's face. Then another. Miley managed to get her hand around Charlie's cock in time for the third spurt and started jacking him off as he cried out in pleasure. Three more smaller ropes of his cum flew out as Miley's hand pumped, joining the rest of his orgasm on the mirror.

Feeling dismayed that she was too late to capture Charlie's orgasm between her lips, Miley started licking at the mirror. She was still insanely horny and wanted to taste her man's essence. She wanted to know that he was inside her stomach.

"Oh god," Charlie moaned, "That's so dirty."

Miley, on her knees, cleaned up every drop of cum off the mirror's surface. After she was finished, she licked her lips and looked up at Charlie's reflection through the mirror. "I need to cum so bad," Miley mewed; her voice carried the sexual innocence of a succubus.

"You didn't cum?" Charlie sounded surprised.

Miley used a finger to push a stray strand of cum off her lip and into her mouth. She shook her head, eyes owlish, and looked perfectly needy.

"I want to make you cum," Charlie said, truly wanting Miley's needs satisfied.

Miley nodded, "Put it back inside me? I want to feel you filling me up when I cum."

"Yeah, okay."

Lying back right on the floor where she knelt, Miley lifted her knees and let her legs hang open. She held her arms out invitingly until Charlie lowered herself atop her. He was only semi-erect from his recent orgasm, but Charlie was still erect enough to push a good portion of his length in. It helped that Miley was dripping wet.

"You feel so good inside of me," Miley sighed. She wrapped her arms around Charlie's torso, her hands upon his shoulder blades.

Charlie's shaft was ultra-sensitive and he could feel every inch of Miley's damp warmth as he slowly entered her. His skin tingled as he felt the friction between them and he dared not thrust too quickly, "I can't go too quick... yet."

Miley smiled at Charlie's face, which was hovering above hers, "It's okay. I like getting fucked slow, too. Besides, this way I won't get carpet burns on my butt."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh. Miley joined in, giggling as they coupled.

"I love you so much," Charlie said.

Miley bit her lower lip, gazing up at the love of her life, "I love you too."

"How did I get so lucky?" Charlie mused.

"You have a ten inch cock," Miley winked. "The rest just sort of fell into place."

At that, Charlie pushed forward with his hips until the entirety of his cock was inside Miley. He still wasn't fully erect, but it was enough to cause her to moan and shift beneath him.

"Charlie," Miley whispered. "Cum inside me."

Charlie was making love to Miley at an easy pace, "It might take a while."

"I know, baby. We have all day. I just want your cum inside me. I already licked some into my tummy, now I want you to shoot some into my womb."

"Fuck," Charlie breathed, aroused by Miley's talk.

Wrapping her ankles around the small of Charlie's back, Miley continued to encourage him. "Part of being your woman is taking your cum. You want my pussy full of your cum, don't you?"

"Yeah," Charlie confirmed hoarsely.

"I know you do, baby." Miley moved her hand and placed a palm at one of Charlie's cheeks, "You want to claim me as your woman, don't you?"

Charlie nodded, increasing the past of his thrusts. He started kissing Miley's cheeks and neck as she continued her dirty words.

"You want to forever brand my body with your child, don't you Charlie? You want to mark my body as your territory by making my belly fat with your baby."

It was working; Charlie was once again fully erect. His shaft pulsed with arousal as Miley's hypnotic and naughty talk tugged at the sexual corners of Charlie's brain. She knew exactly what turned him on.

"That's it," Miley encouraged when she felt Charlie start to hump against her with more force. She could feel his cock thicken within her sheath, "Think about all your sperms swimming around inside me. Fuck all your little babies into me, Charlie."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned loudly. "Miley... you've got me so hot again."

Miley pressed her lips against Charlie's, "I know, sweetie. I feel it too. It turns me on so much to think about you making me pregnant. I want to be the mother of your children."

Charlie slid his hands between Miley and the floor, clutching her ass in hungry palms. Miley, in turn, put both her arms back around Charlie and clasped his torso tightly. Their bodies moved as one, each person frantically humping against the other.

Miley's orgasm came first. She exhaled sharply over Charlie's shoulder as the overwhelming sensations crept up on her. Charlie knew what was happening when he felt sharp fingernails dig into his back, so he made sure to fuck his entire length between Miley's legs with each thrust. She whimpered and gasped through the explosions of pleasure, her thigh muscles fluttering.

Burying his face into Miley's neck, Charlie felt nearly there himself and humped against her fervently.

"Oh!" Miley screamed, "You're fucking me so good, baby! Cum inside of me."

"C-close," Charlie grunted.

Miley squeezed. She squeezed with her arms, clutching Charlie's torso tightly against hers. She squeezed with her ankles, locking them over Charlie's butt and holding his cock in place deep within her. Miley knew that Charlie liked to be held tightly when he came, and she enveloped him in her embrace, "Its okay, lover. I've got you. Shoot it in me... shoot all your hot sticky cum into my body."

Charlie grunted once, pushed over the brink by Miley's words, and erupted inside her. His body shuddered as the contents of his organ spilled out into Miley's womb, and Miley held him tightly through the entire ordeal. She didn't let him go until she felt the tension leave Charlie's body.

"I can't believe you got me to cum so fast, again."

Miley giggled, kissing Charlie's sweaty brow, "Getting you to cum has never been a problem for me."

Charlie grinned back, "I guess not. You make me so horny."

Miley made a smile that caused her blue eyes to twinkle, "The feeling is mutual, baby."

The couple stared at each other for several moments, an unspoken expression of love passing between them.

Miley finally said, "I would love to lay here with your softening cock inside me all day, but I think I have to pee."

Charlie laughed and reluctantly pushed himself up. He watched Miley's naked form as she rose and pranced towards the bathroom.

"You better check your phone," Miley called from the toilet.

"Oh yeah," Charlie remembered. He crawled over to where his pants lay in a pile and dug his phone out.

"It was just Brian," Charlie called as he dialed voice mail.

Miley sauntered back into the room after relieving herself, checking her hair in the mirror. It was a mess of tangles and she did her best to work the curly strands into some kind of order.

"No fucking way," Charlie suddenly murmured as he listened to Brian's voicemail about Sam's news.

"Baby?" Miley glanced at Charlie in the mirror. He was white as a sheet and she turned around with concern, "Baby, what is it? What's wrong?"

Charlie let out a startling cheer with all the power of his lungs, dropping to his knees and thrusting his fists into the air with triumph.



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 22



PART 1 – Too Cool for School

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Brian gasped, "They want the first six issues by December?!?"

"Marvel is re-launching their adult line of comics with the new year," Sam explained. "They want Captain Darkness to be part of that launch."

"We already have the first three issues done," Charlie chimed in. "We should be able to do three more issues in three months, right?"

Sam shook her head, "Marvel doesn't want to publish an origin story, at least not right away. They think Captain Darkness would be more mysterious if his origin is shadowy and unknown. I'm sorry guys, but your three existing issues won't work."

"We're fucked," Brian declared in defeat, sitting down on a plastic-covered loveseat.

The three friends were in the living room of Samantha's new apartment. Furniture and boxes were scattered everywhere as she had only been an occupant for one day. Brian had helped Sam move, driving all the way from Tallahassee to Miami with a moving truck. Charlie had joined his friends after work to discuss the recent offer from Marvel Comics; they had made an offer to publish Charlie and Brian's 'Captain Darkness' comic book.

Charlie agreed with his best friend, "Brian's right. He can pencil a page a day at most, but he wouldn't be able to start until I get new issues plotted. Plus, I'm not so sure about making Captain Darkness an adult book. We don't have enough swearing or nudity."

"Dude, we don't have any swearing or nudity in Captain Darkness."

"Well, you two need to think of something," Sam said, unwilling to throw in the towel. "This is your guys' dream. We're not talking about some small indie-publisher, either. This is the mainstream; Marvel Comics! If Captain Darkness takes off like I think it will, you two will be talking movie deals inside of three years."

"She's right," Charlie looked to Brian. "I'll throw in some F-words and you're really good at drawing breasts; you've been doing it since we were twelve."

"I know she's right," Brian replied, frustrated. "But tits aside, we're still screwed. Six issues by December? I mean, school is starting next week. With classes and study there's no way we'll have enough free time."

Sam sighed and moved to sit next to Brian, placing a hand at his back. "We'll figure something out, sweetie. Don't let it get you down."

Charlie watched the couple. Already the two seemed familiar, as though Brian and Sam had been friends for years. Brian seemed to gravitate towards her touch, and Charlie could plainly see the developing bond between them. Charlie was happy for his friend, and he silently hoped it would work out between Brian and Sam. She may not be the type of girl Brian usually drooled over, what with her somewhat-nerdy glasses and unkempt hair, but she was incredibly nice and had a lot in common with the boys. Of course, Sam was facing competition in the form of Haley, but Brian had sworn Charlie to secrecy.

"Couldn't they give us a couple more months?" Brian asked.

"I could ask...?" Sam offered.

Charlie shook his head, "No. No, this is our shot. Sam's right, we have to make the most of this opportunity. How many offers are we going to have to publish with Marvel-freaking-Comics? We can do this."

"How?" Brian looked to Charlie. Sam did as well.

"Well," Charlie began reasoning. "You're done with your summer job, and my last day at the comic book store is tomorrow, right?"

Brian nodded, "Yeah?"

Charlie continued, "So, school is the only thing standing in the way of us dedicating ourselves full time to the book."

"What are you saying?" Brian wondered.

"We take the year off," Charlie suggested. "We could have the whole twelve-issue arc done by spring if you and I worked at it every day and didn't have to worry about classes."

"Dude, you want to take the whole year off school?"

Charlie shrugged, "Why not? Tell me something; what's the best thing that could happen if we take a year off school and Captain Darkness is published at Marvel?"

Sam was quick to answer, "It could become a world-wide phenomenon, spawning movies, video games, and action-figures, making both of you gazillionaires."

Charlie nodded, "Right. And what's the worst thing that could happen if we take a year off and publish Captain Darkness at Marvel?"

"It sells like shit," Brian answered, "and doesn't make us a cent."

"In which case we go back to school and graduate a year late," Charlie's eyes lit up, "but at least we can say we took a shot at our dreams."

Brian was quickly convinced, "You're totally fucking right, dude."

Sam's smile lit up her face as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"But what about Miley?" Brian suddenly worried.

"What about her?" Charlie asked. "She's always been supportive of our book."

"Maybe," Brian replied. "But she's been awfully excited about you two going to the same college this year, especially after the 'Brown disaster'."

Charlie waved dismissively, "She'll be cool with it."

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"Have you gone completely insane?" Miley cried.

Charlie frowned, "I thought you'd be more supportive of this."

"You want me to be supportive of you dropping out of school?!" Miley threw up her arms and stalked across her and Charlie's bedroom. She was wearing a pair of blue track shorts and a clinging white sports bra, having recently returned from a run.

"I'm not going to drop out. It's only one year; if it doesn't work out I'll come back your junior year."

Miley started picking up clothes from the floor in a huff, something she often did when growing angry or upset.

"Baby, please -" Charlie started.

Miley leveled a glare at Charlie, "Don't you 'baby' me, mister. School starts next week already, and now you're planning on taking the year off? You transferred from Brown so we could be together, Charlie! I want to be with my boyfriend when I have lunch in the cafeteria. I want my boyfriend cuddling next to me during chilly football games. We were supposed to be together this year!"

"We'll still be together," Charlie reasoned. "We're living together, for crying out loud. And I can still cuddle with you at football games and meet you on campus for lunch. Every day, if you want."

Miley threw the dirty clothes into a hamper, "It's not the same."

"Miley, please. Stop picking up clothes and talk to me."

"We are talking," Miley growled, gathering up a pair of her jeans.

"You're being selfish!" Charlie accused.

Miley froze and gave Charlie a disbelieving look.

Charlie inhaled deeply before slowly letting out a calming breath, "This is my dream, Miley. Or one of them. Brian and I can't finish the book in time for Marvel's deadline if we're tied up with school. This may be our only chance; if we don't take it there may not be another. But school will always be an option I can return to."

Miley chewed on her lip.

"Miley, I can't do this without your support. I need you."

Miley closed her eyes and sighed, "You're right. I'm being spoiled and selfish. It comes with being an only child."

Charlie grinned.

"You said this comic book is just one of your dreams...?"

"My other dream is to wake up next to you for the rest of my life."

"Oh, Charlie." Miley dashed across the bedroom floor and into Charlie's arms, "You are such a corny romantic."

The young couple took a moment to kiss, something they did often, and several seconds passed as they gently explored one another's mouths.

"Do you want to fool around?" Charlie muttered when the embrace broke.

Miley kissed his cheek, "I'd love to, but I can't. I promised Stacy I'd meet her at the campus book store. They're having a sale on used texts, and then we're going to see that movie about the five nurses. I need to jump in the shower."

"What am I supposed to do tonight?" Charlie complained.

Miley started to peel off her clothing; Charlie's presence didn't bother her at all, "Do you want to come hang with Stace and I?"

Charlie shuddered at the prospect at sitting through a female-bonding movie, "No thanks."

Miley snatched a towel and wrapped it around her tanned naked body, "What's Brian up to? I figured you two would want to get started on your comic."

"He's busy," Charlie lamented. "He said something about going out on a date."

"Boy, him and Sam are jumping in feet first, huh?"

Charlie lifted a shoulder, "I guess." The truth was Charlie didn't know who Brian had a date with.

"Good for them, I hope he's finally settled on Sam." Miley trotted towards the bathroom, "It's hard enough keeping one of you out of trouble, and I don't know how I've managed the both of you."



PART 2 – Two-timing Ass

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Stacy tapped her chin as she regarded a large menu behind the snack counter, "Um, I'll have a small popcorn – lots of butter, and a large diet Coke."

A pimply-faced cashier stared at the space between Stacy's breasts. She was wearing a tight top that displayed ample amounts of cleavage, along with her tightest-fitting jeans.

Miley chewed on the inside of her cheek as she also considered the menu, "I'll have a large diet too, and a box of sour candies." She was clad in a tiny pair of tan shorts and a pink tee shirt; her dark hair was coiled into a seductive pile atop her head. The poor cashier didn't know which girl to stare at, his eyes roaming back and forth between the two beautiful twenty year-olds.

"Ew," Stacy commented. "I don't know how you can eat those sour things. They make me pucker and drool."

"It's better than getting popcorn between my teeth," Miley shuddered. "I hate that feeling."

"What's Charlie up to tonight?" Stacy asked as the girls received their foodstuffs.

Miley paid the cashier before stuffing the box of candies into her purse, "He's at home, I guess. I invited him to come along, but Charlie doesn't like movies where the actors don't wear spandex."

Stacy was actually glad that Charlie hadn't come along. She wanted to see him, he was one of Stacy's closest friends after all, but lately her feelings on Charlie had grown muddy. She couldn't help the recent emotions of attraction for Charlie, despite the fact that he was engaged to her best friend. Stacy understood that a relationship between her and Charlie was impossible, but sometimes the heart doesn't want to listen to reason.

"What about Chip," Miley asked, "have you talked to him since your date last week?"

Stacy paused at a counter to fetch some napkins and a straw. She smiled at the thought of Chip, "I haven't seen him, but we've talked. We're supposed to go mini-golfing tomorrow night."

Miley's face lit up, "Really?"

"Yeah. He's so sweet, Miley. God. You know who he makes me think of? He reminds me of..."

Miley glanced at Stacy, "Who?"

"Charlie," Stacy finally admitted as the two friends walked to a velvet rope and waited for the theater to become readied.

Miley reached into Stacy's popcorn and stole a few kernels, "Really? I guess I can see that."

"I mean, the way Charlie used to be," Stacy clarified. "Do you remember back in high school when Charlie was nervous all the time; so unsure of himself?"

"How could I forget?" Miley sucked some diet soda through her straw. "He was a total fidgety nerd. He was awkward around people, had no idea what to do in the bedroom, and his fashion style revolved around someone named Boba Fett."

Stacy couldn't help but giggle at Miley's apt description, "Why did you choose Charlie? I know he's a total sweetheart and everything, but what was it about Charlie that really clinched it for you?"

Miley glanced aside at Stacy's serious tone, "Why do you ask?"

"I mean, I know you're a size-queen and everything," Stacy teased.

Miley smirked.

"But what was the real reason you chose Charlie over all other guys? I just want to know, so I can keep my eyes open for Mr. Right."

"There are lots of reasons," Miley answered. "But if I had to pin down what separated him from all the other boys at school, I'd say it was because of the way he looks at me."

"How exactly does he look at you, again?"

"He looks at me like... like he picked me over every other girl in the universe."

Stacy did her best not to look jealous, drinking some of her soda. She glanced about the movie theater lobby, casually, and spotted a familiar face. "Hey," she pointed, "isn't that Brian?"

Miley turned and saw Brian in line at the ticket counter, "Yeah. Charlie said he was going on a date tonight. I wonder if he and Sam are seeing the same movie we are?"

Stacy continued to watch Brian, hoping to catch his glance and wave at him. But before she could gain his notice, Stacy saw a ravishing blonde appear from the restrooms and join Brian in line. They grabbed hands and kissed briefly.

"Oh my god," Miley froze, stunned.

"That doesn't look like Sam," Stacy noted.

"It's Haley," Miley growled quietly. "I can't believe that two-timing sonuva –"

"Miley," Stacy warned, "stay calm. It's none of our business."

But Stacy knew she was fighting a losing battle. Miley had been Stacy's best friend since kindergarten, and she knew all too well how easily Miley could lose her temper.

"Everything that boy does is my business," Miley claimed with a scowl.

Stacy watched as Miley stalked towards the ticket line. Lifting her soda for a sip, Stacy anticipated that the drama about to unfold would be even better than the movie.

Brian and Haley were still standing in line, smiling and laughing with one another, when the tsunami that was Miley hit them.

"Brian, you insensitive ASS!!!"

"Ow! What the –?" Brian flinched away as Miley started swatting at his shoulder.

"Miley!?" Haley looked surprised.

Miley stomped her foot and clenched her fists, "What are you doing?!?" She was staring right at Brian and ignoring Haley, for the moment.

Brian nervously looked around. Everyone in the theater lobby was turning curiously towards Miley's outburst, "Miley, you're causing a scene..."

"Like I give a fuck," Miley growled.

Stacy winced as she watched, fearing for Brian's well-being.

"Does Sam know you're here with this floozy?"

"What did you just call me?" Haley asked, her voice rising in irritation.

"You heard me," Miley turned her ire towards Brian's date. "I thought you were my friend but I don't make friends with boyfriend-stealing sluts."

Stacy's eyes went wide.

Haley could barely contain her shock, "Who are you calling a slut?"

"Um..." Brian had no idea what to do or say.

Miley snatched Brian's hand, "You're coming with me, right now."

"Um..." Brian repeated.

"Let go of him," Haley demanded, "you bony little bitch!"

Miley gasped, "I am NOT bony. I'm petite!"

"Well, take your petite little ass and go stick your nose in someone else's business," Haley hissed. "What Brian and I do is up to us, and you can butt out!"

"Oh," Miley tilted her angry gaze at Haley, "So I'm butting in, am I?"

"Yes!" Haley spat. "So get the fuck –"

"Jeezus, Miley!" Brian exclaimed after Miley punched Haley right on the mouth.

Stacy placed a shocked hand over her gasp when Haley landed on the floor, ass first.

Miley yelled, "Don't you dare tell me that Brian isn't my business, you harlot!"

Haley felt at her lip for blood and then looked up at the fiery-eyed brunette standing over her. She decided not to cross Miley any further.

Stacy appeared then, ever the calm and rational one. She grabbed both Brian and Miley's hands. "Okay guys, time to go. Come on, Miley. Forget about her, okay? Let's go before cops show up, or something."

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Charlie was playing a game on his cell phone, thumbs a blur, as he stood in line at a fast food restaurant. He had grown bored at the apartment all by himself and ventured out to a nearby taco-joint.

"Next," a young female voice summoned.

Charlie pocketed his phone and stepped forward. He immediately recognized the girl behind the counter, "Darla?"

"Ohmigod," Darla gasped. "Charlie? Charlie White?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded and smiled. "Wow, I haven't seen you since high school. You look great."

Darla looked much the same as she did in high school, plus a few pounds. Her long blonde hair was as radiant as ever, but she had gained a considerable amount of weight since graduation. Her breasts, Charlie noticed, were as prominent as always. Darla had been one of the popular-elite in Charlie's high school, one who largely ignored him, but she had caused a considerable amount of drama for poor Charlie at their prom. Charlie wasn't one to hold grudges, however.

"What have you been up to? I heard you were going to Brown?"

Charlie nodded, "I was there last year, though I'm staying in Tallahassee this year. I'm taking a year off school to work on my writing."

"A writer, huh? Wow, that's so cool." Darla smiled, "Say, whatever happened to Miley after graduation? Do you ever see her, anymore?"

"Actually, we're engaged."

Darla gasped, "No way."

"Yeah, we're living together in an apartment near campus. We haven't set a date yet, but we're pretty serious."

"That's so awesome. I had a feeling about you two, way back in high school."

Charlie laughed at Darla's obvious lie, "What about you? Are you going to school?"

Darla shook her head, "Nope, I've just been working. Things are going great though, I was just promoted to senior cashier."

"That's great," Charlie grinned.

"I know, right?" Darla flashed a big smile. "So what can I get for you?"

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"I can't believe you hit her!" Brian exclaimed from the backseat as Stacy drove away from the movie theater.

"I can," Stacy remarked dryly as she drove. "Do you not know Miley at all?"

Miley was in the front seat, passenger side, pivoted to face Brian in the back. "I won't let some blonde bimbo come between us. Haley earned her fat lip."

"Come between us!? What the hell are you talking about, Miley? I'm not your boyfriend. You're the one who butted in, and then you hit her! Are you fucking crazy?"

"Don't you try to weasel your way out of this one, mister. If you want to date Haley that's fine, but you have to break it off with Sam, first. I'm your friend and I'm not going to let you turn into a two-timing ass-hat."

It took all of Stacy's will not to break out in laughter as she drove and listened to the verbal assault.

"This is fucking unbelievable," Brian complained. "You punch Haley, kidnap me, and now you're accusing me of being the ass? You've gone too far, Miley!"

"Just pipe down," Miley warned, unapologetic. "What is wrong with you? Sam moved here all the way from Miami to be with you, and you're already on a date with another woman?"

"You have to admit," Stacy looked at Brian through the rear-view mirror, "that's pretty low."

"Sam moved here because of that job you set her up with," Brian told Miley, trying to defend himself. "She didn't come here just for me."

"Whatever," Miley countered. "She never would have needed that job if it wasn't for you and Charlie. I thought you liked her?"

"I do!" Brian professed.

"Just not enough to be faithful to her," Stacy frowned.

"You stay out of this," Brian said to Stacy, "If I remember you did the exact same thing to me, with Adrian."

"That was different," Miley informed Brian. "Stacy never slept with Adrian. How many times have you been with Haley since that night of the house party?"

Brian looked reluctant to say anything.

"How many times?" Miley demanded.

"Twice," was Brian's sheepish reply.

Miley looked beside herself, "You're unbelievable, Brian, you know that?"

"Okay," Brian relented. "Okay. I fucked up, all right? Where in the hell are you taking me, anyway?"

Stacy wasn't sure of that answer herself, and she was the one driving.

"We're going to Sam's apartment," Miley decided, spinning in her seat to face forward. "Take a left up here," she instructed Stacy.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 22



"You can't tell her," Brian pleaded. "Please, Miley."

"I'm not going to tell her anything." Miley glared over her shoulder, "You are."



PART 3 - A Really Good Hand-job

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Charlie relaxed back against the couch and issued a gentle burp; the remains of his tacos lay upon a plate on the coffee table. A documentary about birds mating was on the television. Charlie wanted to change the channel, but the remote was too far away and he was feeling lazy.

That's when Miley burst through the door with all the calm of a tornado.

"You would not believe what your best friend has been up to," Miley declared as soon as she entered. "He is such a butthead!"

Charlie squinted, "Are you talking about Brian? What are you doing back already? Where's Stace?"

"Stacy just dropped me off, she's headed home. We never made it into the movie, thanks to Brian."

Charlie hunted for the television remote and pressed the mute button, "What happened?"

"Stacy and I were just standing there in the theater lobby waiting to be let into the movie. That's when we spotted Brian. At first I thought he was with Sam, but then Haley appeared and they were all kissy and mushy. They were holding hands and acting the couple."

Charlie tried to sound surprised as Miley joined him on the couch, "Really? Brian and Haley?"

Miley knew Charlie far too well and immediately caught on to Charlie's forced tone. She gave him a dangerous glare, "You knew about this, didn't you?"

"I had no idea he was going to the movies with Haley tonight," Charlie told the truth.

"Maybe not, but you knew Brian has been with her; that's he's two-timing poor Sam?"

Charlie did his best not to look guilty and failed utterly.

"Charlie! You knew?!? I can't believe you!"

"Ow!" Charlie yelled after Miley hit him in the shoulder.

"How could you let Brian be so stupid?" Miley chided. "He's your best friend, you're supposed to look out for him!"

"What do you expect me to do?" Charlie protested. "Brian's a grown man, he can do whatever he wants."

"He's pretty far from a grown anything," Miley noted.

"So what happened?"

Miley sat next to Charlie and bent to take her shoes off, "Hmm?"

"At the movie theater. Did you say anything to Brian?"

"Of course," Miley replied.

"Uh-oh," Charlie could only imagine Brian's fate after facing Miley's wrath. "What did you do? You didn't kill him, did you?"

"Don't be silly," Miley replied. "Though, I did punch Haley."

"You hit Haley?"

"Right in the mouth."

"Unbelievable," Charlie remarked. "We're apart for one evening and all hell breaks loose. So where's Brian now?"

"Stacy and I took him to Sam's apartment before she dropped me off here."

Charlie teased, "You didn't punch Sam too, did you?"

Miley glared at Charlie, but she couldn't stay mad at him and started giggling at his joke. "You know, you better not ever cheat on me. I'll kill you, Charlie. Right after I kill whatever floozy you're with."

Charlie didn't doubt it, "I wouldn't ever consider such a thing."

"Good," Miley seemed satisfied. She glanced towards the TV to see two birds in a nest doing something weird. "Um, what are you watching?"

"Discovery Channel."

Miley squinted, "This network is strange. What's on MTV?"

"A 'Real World' marathon."

Miley looked like she tasted something foul, "Yuck." She settled into the couch next to Charlie, cuddling next to him to watch the mating birds.

"You're never going to believe who I saw tonight."

Miley looked eager for more gossip despite her drama-filled evening, "Who?"

"Darla," Charlie said.

"Darla? You mean slutty Darla from high school?"

"Yep," Charlie replied.

"No way!" Miley laughed. "Where did you see her?"

"She's the Senior Cashier over at Taco Hut."

"How did she look?"

Charlie lifted a bland shoulder. He didn't like to say bad things about people, "Pretty good. She's gained a little weight, but looked mostly the same."

"I guess I won't be having tacos for a while," Miley remarked dryly.

"Darla's not so bad," Charlie curled an arm around Miley's shoulders.

"Whatever. I'll never forgive her for trying to break us up at prom." Miley nestled herself against Charlie's side and began playing with the button-fly of his jeans, "You promise you would never cheat on me, right Charlie? Even with a blonde that has big tits, like Haley or Darla?"

Charlie chuckled, "You know you don't even have to ask that."

Miley continued opening Charlie's fly, "I'm being serious, Charlie."

"I know you are. But I'd have to find a girl more beautiful and perfect than you, which never is going to happen."

Miley beamed a private little smile as her hand slipped beneath Charlie's underpants and enclosed around his flaccid shaft.

Charlie looked down at his lap, "What are you doing?"

"I want to hold your cock," Miley told him matter-of-factly.

"Okay," Charlie agreed easily.

Miley gently rubbed Charlie, feeling him stir from the attention. "Do you ever think we'll be free of all this drama?"

Charlie wondered, "What do you mean?"

"Between us and our friends, there's always some kind of earth-shattering drama going on."

"I doubt it," Charlie answered, indifferent.

Miley glanced up at Charlie's face, "It doesn't bother you?"

"It beats the alternative."

Miley squinted in confusion.

"My life was pretty drama-free," Charlie explained, "before I met you. Aside from the occasional wedgie, of course. None of the drama began for me until we started seeing each other."

Miley's hand paused on Charlie's half-erect cock, "Are you trying to say I'm a drama-queen?"

"No," Charlie replied honestly. "But I think drama comes from having friends and being in relationships. I love you, Miley. I don't ever want to go back to a life without you. If being with you means I have to put up with some drama now and then... well, that's a small price to pay for being with the most incredible girl on Earth."

"Oh, baby." Miley stretched her neck to place a kiss at Charlie's cheek, "You say the sweetest things when your cock is in my hand."

Charlie snorted his amusement.

Miley giggled, "Do you want me to jerk you off?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," Miley said sweetly. Her hand began to play with Charlie's cock again, "You've been horny all night, haven't you? I could tell you wanted to fuck me earlier tonight, before I left."

Charlie lifted his ass off the couch and pushed his drawers down, giving Miley full access to his crotch. "I can't believe you punched Haley," he commented as Miley coaxed his erection to life. "Do you think this means she'll finally stop kissing you?"

Miley giggled, "I'm thinking so. She'll probably never speak to me again. But I can't worry about her, Charlie. You, Stace, and Brian are my family. Everybody else comes second."

Charlie was quickly forgetting all about the drama as Miley was gripped the top of his shaft tightly, rubbing her thumb across the top of his cockhead. "That feels so good," he whispered.

"I love jerking you off," Miley noted, as though that fact hadn't been made obvious long ago. "I like watching your stuff shoot out when you cum."

Charlie grinned, doing his best to relax as Miley's hand began moving up and down his shaft with long slow strokes, "How come?"

"It's so exciting," Miley noted. "I mean, when a girl cums you don't get anything like a guy's explosion. That's why we're so good at faking it – there's usually no evidence."

That scared Charlie for a moment, "You fake orgasms?"

Miley beamed an amused smile at her man, "Of course not. You have a ten inch cock, Charlie. You don't ever have to worry about your woman faking it."

Charlie seemed relieved.

Continuing to work Charlie's erection with practiced efficiency, Miley began performing her specialty: dirty talk. The words came like second nature to her, as easy as breathing.

"What makes your orgasms so awesome is all the goo that comes out," she said in a practical tone. "I swear, Charlie, you have more cum inside you than any other guy on Earth. Every time you shoot it out on me I practically need a shower."

"I can't help it," Charlie noted.

"I know, baby. You can't help it that you're such a naughty boy." Miley formed a familiar 'O' with her thumb and pointer finger, jerking off just the head of Charlie's cock, rapidly pumping the circle of her fingers across the ridge of his head.

"I-I'm not naughty," Charlie protested weakly.

"What about when you cum all over my face?" Miley leaned over and began nibbling on Charlie's earlobe as she continued masturbating him. "You get it into my eyes," she whispered, "and all over my pretty hair. That's awful naughty."

Charlie's head leaned back against the couch. He closed his eyes, trying to maintain control against Miley's pumping hand and dirty words.

"And I know you like to cum on my breasts," Miley continued. "You like to spill your gunk out all over my poor little titties until they're coated with your slimy stuff. Your goo is so thick it hangs off my nipples in little globs."

"Oh god," Charlie issued an aroused moan.

"That's what naughty boys do, Charlie. They shoot their nasty milk out all over some poor girl until she is filthy from their perversion. Is that what you want to do? Do you want to aim your cock at my body and get me all sticky with your arousal?"

"Uh-huh," Charlie could barely say; it came out as more of an affirmative moan.

Miley paused long enough to straighten her torso and peel off the tight top she was wearing. She reached behind herself to unclasp a lacy white bra and shed that as well. Afterwards, she leaned forward and spit out some saliva onto Charlie's erection to lubricate her masturbations.

"Filthy boy," Miley continued to tease. "The only thing worse is when you stick this gigantic monster into my mouth and pump your cum right down my throat."

Charlie's whole body twitched at Miley's talk.

"You deposit all your warm icky goo right into my stomach, making me digest your perverted little seeds. You make yourself a part of me, Charlie, every time I gulp your spunk down into my tummy."

"Oh fuck," Charlie cried, "Miley!"

"Are you close?" Miley cooed.

Charlie nodded urgently.

Miley already knew; Charlie's cock felt like cement in her hand! She could feel his blood pulse and his flesh twitch. She bent over at the waist and thrust her chest over her pumping hand, "Cum on my tits, baby. Go ahead."

Charlie started gasping for breath, feeling his orgasm rise like lava.

"Be a dirty boy and shoot your hot cum all over my innocent little boobies."

"I-I'm gonna," Charlie stuttered, "I'm gonna cum..."

"Do it, baby!" Miley begged him, her hand a blur as she jacked his cock off as fast as she could. "I want to feel your warm stuff all over me. I want it on my stiff little nipples."

Charlie's body jerked and he grunted in pleasure. Clear-white fluid flew from the tip of his cock to splatter across the center of Miley's chest. She continued to rapidly jerk him off, droplets of his orgasm scattering across her entire torso as she violently masturbated him. Miley didn't stop until Charlie's cock had no more to give.

"Oh my fucking god," Charlie slumped. "That felt incredible."

Miley straightened and looked down at herself. Semen littered her torso in the form of sticky drops and strands, "Look, you really got me good."

Charlie watched as Miley smeared two fingers across her tummy and gathered up some of Charlie's orgasm. She made a show of sticking her tongue out and licking it off her fingers, giving Charlie a seductive look as she did so.

"Jeezus," Charlie stared.

Miley bit her bottom lip and made an innocent expression as she gathered up some more, this time off her breast. But she surprised Charlie; instead of licking the mess off her fingers Miley lowered her hand between her legs and rubbed her sex.

"Oh my god," Charlie marveled. "How do you do that?"

Miley smiled warmly, "Do what?"

"How do you always know exactly how to turn me on?"

Miley giggled and removed a finger from between her legs. She leaned against Charlie and lifted her hand to his lips, letting him taste of her sex. "That's easy," she replied, letting him suckle on her pointer finger. "I just do and say what turns me on, and then add a pouty expression."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 23



PART 1 – Contempt

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"... pending appeal, we'll convene on this again two weeks from today; next case?"

Charlie yawned as a court aide read the details for the next case out loud. He wondered when they'd get to Brock's sentencing. After being charged for the assault and robbery upon Charlie, Brock had pled guilty and was awaiting the final word on what his punishment would be. The judge was scheduled to make his decision that morning; Charlie had come to bear witness.

Miley was seated right next to her man. Her blue jeans had big holes in the knees and she was picking at one of the strings hanging out, "When are they gonna get to Brock?"

The two young lovers were talking quietly, trying not to bother any of the other spectators seated around them.

"I don't know," Charlie whispered.

"I can't wait to see the look on that jerk's face when the judge tells him how many years he'll be in jail."

Charlie grinned. That notion was rather pleasing to him as well. It's not that he enjoyed wishing ill upon anyone, but Brock had made Charlie's life miserable since middle school. If anyone deserved to spend some time in prison, Charlie figured it was Brock Edwards.

"This is taking forever," Miley complained quietly.

"Are you sure you'll be okay missing class, today? You've only been back to school for a week."

Miley murmured, "Stace is in my Ethics class so I can catch up with her, and Eric is taking notes for me in stats."

Charlie glanced aside at Miley, "Who's Eric?"

Miley pushed a curly dark tendril behind her ear, "He's this guy at school who has a total crush on me."

Charlie didn't appear bothered. If he got jealous over every male who showed interest in Miley, he'd have been getting into a fight every five minutes.

"He's a really nice guy," Miley described Eric, "but he's got a nose out to here."

Charlie smirked as Miley held a hand out two feet from her face.

Both of them perked up when it was announced that Brock's sentencing was next. Brock was led in by a uniformed guard to stand at the defendant's table. Miley gave him a suitable glower, but Brock wasn't paying attention to anyone in attendance and didn't see Miley or Charlie.

"Mr. Edwards..." the middle-aged judge started, pausing to peer over some paperwork. "It appears that your 'guilty' plea is conditional on a partial stay of sentence. Is the prosecution still acceptable to this plea bargain?"

"We are, your honor," the prosecuting attorney said.

"Does the defense have anything to add?"

"No, your honor," Brock's lawyer replied.

"Very well. Given your cooperation in this case and others, I'm willing to go along with this. Mr. Edwards, I hereby sentence you to six months at the county penitentiary with an additional two years stayed pending the satisfactory completion of four years' probation."

"What!?" came a shrieking voice from the seats.

The judge squinted towards the voice, reaching for his glasses.

The rest of the court officials turned around to look as well, as did everyone else in the room.

"Miley!?" Charlie hissed. "What are you doing?"

Brock's eyes went wide when he saw who the voice belonged to, remembering Miley all-too well from high school.

"Are you completely crazy?" Miley aimed her ire right at the judge.

"Excuse me," the judge fit his glasses on and got a good look at Miley. "But who are you?"

"My name is Miley Andrews."

The judge sounded curious, "Is there some reason you have interrupted this case to question my sanity?"

Miley set balled fists against her hips, "Brock beat and nearly killed my fiancé. Charlie was in the hospital for a week. And you're only giving Brock six months? What would you have done if Charlie had died, sent him home without dinner?"

"Oh my god," Charlie shrunk in his chair and covered his eyes with a palm.

"Miss Andrews," the Judge tried to keep his cool, "Mr. Edwards has shown remarkable cooperation in helping police make arrests on several other muggings and robberies. It is the tendency of this court to show leniency among those who cooperate so fully."

"He's just trying to save his own ass!" Miley barked.

The entire courtroom gasped.

The judge frowned, "I suggest you take your seat, young lady, and remain silent. If you disrupt this courtroom again with such language I'll have you held in Contempt and levy a significant fine."

Charlie reached for her arm, "Miley, please. Sit down -"

But Miley batted Charlie's hand away, "Don't you 'young lady' me. I'm not afraid of you! Six months? That's a joke! You should be putting him away for five years!"

The judge smacked his gavel down several times, creating a sharp report that echoed through the courtroom. "Bailiff! Take her into custody. Miss Andrews, you are now in Contempt of Court!"

Charlie's eyes went wide, "What? You can't –"

Miley leveled an icy gaze at the approaching bailiff, "If you so much as touch me... I swear you'll regret it."

The bailiff actually paused.

"Enough!" The judge pounded his gavel again, "Bailiff, please! I will have order in this court!"

"You can't arrest her!" Charlie rose and stood between the bailiff and Miley. He didn't know how things had taken such a wrong turn so quickly, but hoped a quick apology and an even quicker exit might get him and Miley out of there without the cuffs.

Charlie was wrong.

"Detain him as well," the judge instructed. "Is there anyone else who would like to disrespect this court?"

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Out of breath, Brian leaned over near the curbside and placed palms on his knees so that his lungs could catch up. He had been pushing himself during his morning run, something Brian did whenever he needed to clear his mind. With the status of his love-life the way it was, Brian felt like he had a lot of clearing to do.

After admitting to Sam that he had been sleeping with Haley, Brian wasn't surprised when she put an end to their developing relationship. Sam couldn't trust him, she said, and Brian didn't blame her. At least she was willing to continue managing the publication of Brian and Charlie's comic book; they needed her industry contacts. But Sam made it perfectly clear their relationship would be strictly professional from that point on. Brian wasn't sure how he felt about that; he liked Sam but the two of them never had a chance to get overly close.

Brian definitely liked Haley, he knew that much. What straight male wouldn't enjoy the company of a gorgeous fun-loving blonde like Haley? Not that it mattered, she dumped him too. There was too much drama and baggage in his life, according to her, though Brian had no idea what that meant. He simply assumed Haley broke it off because she didn't want to deal with an irate Miley again. Either way, Brian went from two women to none in record time.

Hearing a car from behind, Brian turned around to see someone slowing down and pulling over. He recognized Stacy and lifted a wave. It didn't surprise Brian to see her, as they both lived in the same neighborhood.

"Hey stud," Stacy called as her passenger window slid down, "looking good."

It was true, Brian did look good. He was wearing a pair of baggy running shorts, but his tee was tight around the shoulders and biceps. Stacy thought he must have been working out lately.

Brian leaned against the passenger door of Stacy's car to peer through the window, "Hey beautiful. Are you on your way to school?"

"Yeah, though it was hard getting out of bed this morning and I'm late. It's only been a week since classes started back up but I already want to start skipping and sleeping in."

Brian grinned, "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean."

Stacy rolled her eyes at Brian's sarcasm, "I can't believe you and Charlie are taking the whole year off school to work on that comic. You guys are such slackers!"

"You're just jealous," Brian winked.

Stacy smiled, "Maybe a little."

Brian lifted his chin, "So how have you been? I mean, after the abortion and all. I'm sorry I haven't called, things have been a little crazy."

Stacy smirked when she recalled the scene at the movie theater, after her and Miley caught Brian with Haley. "It's okay, I get it. And I've been fine. I still get a little depressed sometimes, like maybe I did the wrong thing. But time heals all wounds, right?"

"Charlie told me you're seeing that kid he works with. What's his name, Chip?"

Stacy's cheeks colored a little. Brian was her last boyfriend and talking about their new relationships still felt a little uncomfortable, "We went out a couple of times. He's nice, but we don't have any chemistry."

Brian silently wondered why that news pleased him so much.

"So what about you," Stacy asked, "are you still seeing Miley's lesbian kissing partner?"

Brian couldn't help but laugh helplessly at the drama of it all, "No, I guess it was all too much for her."

Stacy made a slight wince, "I'm sorry?"

"It's okay," Brian made a dismissive wave. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't anything long term –"

"Wups," Stacy said as she heard her phone ringing, "hang on."

Fishing the phone out of her purse, Stacy glanced at the face and didn't recognize the number. She answered, "Hello...? Miley? Where are you calling me fro-"

Brian watched Stacy's expression grow worried.

"What?" Stacy gasped. "No, I don't have a thousand dollars... wait, Charlie too? Okay, okay, I'm on my way. Brian is here, we'll scrape it together somehow."

Brian's curiosity was growing as he heard only half the conversation.

Stacy huffed, "What? No, we're not getting back together. I... no, Miley, god. I just passed him on the road! Why are you asking me about this when you're in jail? Okay, yeah, I'll see you as soon as we can get there."

"What was that all about?" Brian asked when Stacy hung up her cell phone. "Miley's in jail?"

"Get in," Stacy hurried. "Charlie and Miley both, they need us to bail them out."

Brian's eyes widened as he pulled open the car door, "What the hell? They weren't having sex in public, were they?"

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"... this is ridiculous. All I did was question that old crabby judge and now you're treating me like a common criminal. Do you really have to fingerprint me? Be careful, you're getting that stuff all over my nails and I just got a manicure! It's only a fine we have to pay, right? Because my friends are on the way to pay it. I swear, if you put me in a cell with a bunch of hookers or something, I'm gonna..."

Charlie sat near a police officer's desk as he watched Miley across the room. He sighed, feeling bad for the officer who was getting an earful of Miley's mind. After being detained by the court Bailiff, Charlie and Miley were taken across the street to the county police station and jailhouse for processing. They were told it would be a five hundred dollar fine each, payable by cash or check only. (Evidently they weren't interested in daddy's credit card.) Never once did Miley seem distressed at the situation, though she was certainly giving the police a handful.

Once finished, the officer fingerprinting Miley led her to sit in the chair beside Charlie. "I don't want to hear any more out of you," the large man said. "Don't move from this chair and try to keep your mouth shut."

Miley glared at the policeman, "Whatever, just because I have the right to remain silent doesn't mean I have to."

The officer growled, shook his head, and happily moved to occupy himself elsewhere in the office.

"I didn't realize the policeman in this city were so rude," Miley complained.

Charlie couldn't help his smirk, "You're unbelievable."

Miley glanced curiously at Charlie.

"They're just doing their job. You shouldn't give everyone such a hard time."

"I'd like to give that judge a hard time," Miley said, trying in vain to wipe the ink off her fingers with a tissue. "Can you believe that guy? He basically set Brock free, but he arrests us. Where's the justice in that?"

"Did you get a hold of Stace?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded, "She's on her way. I guess Brian's with her."

"Brian?" Charlie sounded surprised.

"I guess so," Miley replied, looking around the busy room. There were people everywhere, many in police uniforms. "Hopefully they can come up with the money; otherwise I'll have to call my dad."

Charlie winced, "The less our parents know about this, the better."

"I'm sorry I got us into this, baby." Miley slipped her hand into Charlie's, "Me and my big mouth, huh?"

"I'm not mad," Charlie replied honestly. "Your courage is one of the things that made me fall in love with you."

"My courage?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Confidence. Courage. I don't know many people who'd have the guts to stand up in the middle of a courtroom and start questioning a judge like that."

"Most people would call it stupid," Miley remarked dryly. "But he made me so mad! Brock deserved a lot worse for what he did to you."

Charlie lifted a shoulder, "I'm cool with it."

Miley gave him an incredulous look, "How can you say that?"

"I don't think Brock meant to hurt me specifically," Charlie reasoned. "It was just a coincidence that the guy he mugged happened to go to his high school. I'm guessing he fell in with the wrong crowd or got himself in some real trouble. I saw his face in that courtroom, he looked lost. Hopefully he can get some help and get past whatever he's going through. Six months is a long time to be locked up, when you think about it. Maybe it's enough."

"You're a lot more forgiving than I am," Miley replied.

Charlie was quiet for a moment, feeling Miley's fingers rub against his. His mind swirled around memories of Brock, high school, and the mugging.

"What do you think Brian and Stacy were doing?" Miley suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Charlie glanced aside.

"Brian and Stacy," Miley repeated. "They've hardly spoken since their break-up. What do you suppose they were doing together at ten o'clock in the morning?"

"We're being detained and fined for Contempt of Court, and you're sitting here thinking about Brian and Stacy?"

"Well, don't you think that's a little strange?"

Charlie thought about it, "I guess so. Why? You don't think they're getting back together, do you?"

"I don't know," Miley shrugged. "It wouldn't surprise me. Neither one of them seems to have a clue when it comes to romance."

"I don't think they're supposed to," Charlie said.

"What do you mean?"

"Brian is only twenty years old, and Stace is still nineteen. They've both got plenty of time." Charlie leaned aside and kissed Miley's temple, "You and I lucked out and found each other early."

"You're probably right," Miley agreed.

Miley was going to say more about how lucky she was to have Charlie when a young police officer approached, "Your friends have posted the fine and you're free to go."

Several others in the office seemed pleased to be rid of Miley, letting out sighs of relief.

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"I always knew that temper of yours would get you arrested one day," Brian teased as the four friends walked out of the county offices.

Stacy grinned at Brian's humor, "Yeah, but who knew it would cost us a thousand bucks? You guys are lucky Brian's cash-card doesn't have a daily limit."

"I'll pay you back tomorrow," Miley promised. "Thank you so much for coming down here and bailing us out."

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. "We owe you one."

Stacy smiled fondly at Charlie, "You're welcome."

"Which one would you have picked if we only had half the money?" Brian asked.

"Definitely Charlie," Stacy laughed.

"What?" Miley squealed.

"You should have seen the poor cops in there," Charlie described. "If you hadn't have bailed Miley out I think they would have let her go, regardless. She was giving them all holy hell."

Miley forced a pout at all the teasing, "I was not."



PART 2 – Hot & Bothered

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Charlie's thumbs danced across the control pad in his hands. The living room was filled with sounds of gunfire and explosions from the game he was playing. Miley sat next to him on the couch, completely unbothered by all the noise. She was carefully applying moisturizing lotion to her legs and feet, wearing nothing but one of Charlie's tee shirts. Her hair was pulled back into a lazy pony tail. Charlie was dressed for bed as well; a pair of boxers his only garment.

"Charlie," Miley suddenly warned. "Look out, baby."

"Huh?"

Miley pointed frantically at the television, "On the roof, can't you see? Sniper!"

"Shit," Charlie cursed, followed quickly by the sound of his virtual gunfire.

Miley beamed when she saw the sniper fall, "Nice shot."

"Do you want to play?" Charlie offered.

"Not tonight," Miley answered, smoothing creamy palms along her slender calves. "I've had enough excitement for one day."

Charlie was having trouble concentrating on the TV and kept glancing at Miley's sexy legs. He paused his game and placed controller on the coffee table, "Do you want to go to bed?"

"No I'm good for a while," Miley said as she put the cap back on her bottle of lotion. "You can keep playing?"

"It's hard to concentrate on taking out terrorists when you're sitting next to me rubbing your legs."

Miley giggled, "Am I turning you on?"

"A little," Charlie admitted playfully.

Pivoting sideways, Miley laid her bare legs across Charlie's lap. Her skin felt smooth and warm against his thighs, "You can touch them too, if you want."

Charlie placed his hands on Miley's legs and began smoothing his palms against them, feeling the contours of her calves and the underside of her thighs.

"Mmm," Miley watched. "That feels nice."

"You have the sexiest legs," Charlie said. "Like, ever."

Miley smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah. I love how tan they are, too."

"I thought my butt was your favorite?"

"You have an amazing ass," Charlie confirmed. "But your legs are so sexy."

Miley was still smiling at the flattery. She lifted and bent one of her legs, teasing the top of her painted toes against Charlie's chin.

Cupping the bottom of her foot in his hand, Charlie began pressing light kisses against the tops of Miley's toes.

"That feels sexy," Miley encouraged with a murmur.

Charlie kept pressing kisses upon her, moving his lips to that spot where the foot meets the ankle.

Miley bit her lip and tugged on the tee shirt she had on, pulling its hem up her tummy to reveal her shaved pussy while letting Charlie have his way with her leg. He kissed and licked his way up her thigh while she started lightly rubbing a finger near her clitoris.

"You ready for bed, now?" Charlie asked again.

"I think so," Miley replied with a seductive glance.

Charlie grinned and rose from the couch. Before Miley could do the same he hoisted her up into his grasp, one arm under her knees with the other under her shoulders.

Miley squealed with delight, "Charlie!" and threw her arms around his neck.

Charlie carried her easily, Miley's ankles dangling over his forearm, and started towards the bedroom.

"Will you do me missionary?" Miley asked sweetly.

"Sure," Charlie agreed. "But why missionary?"

Miley actually blushed.

Charlie grinned as he rounded the hallway corner and into the bedroom, "What?"

"I like it when you're on top of me," Miley described, "driving your cock into me. I can feel your weight press against me. It makes me feel like my body is only there to provide you with pleasure. Like I belong to you." She bit her lip shyly, "Do you think that's weird?"

Charlie lowered Miley to the bed, "Of course not. You've always gotten off imagining yourself as my little slut."

"Yeah," Miley looked up to him. "I like being your woman, Charlie. I like it when I stink of your sex and I have your essence inside me."

Charlie quickly pushed his boxers down his legs.

Miley's eyes lit up when she saw how erect Charlie already was, "God damn, baby."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 23



"What?" Charlie grinned as he knelt onto the bed between Miley's legs.

"I can never get over how big your cock is."

Charlie looked down at himself and took his erection in hand, "Do you want it inside you?"

Miley licked her lips and nodded.

Charlie leaned over Miley, propping himself up on outstretched arms on either side of her, "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

Miley gazed up at Charlie's blue eyes, "Yes."

Pressing a light kiss at the corner of Miley's mouth, Charlie asked, "Do you want me to make you pregnant?"

Miley shivered, "Oh god, Charlie. Don't start. You know how hot and bothered we get whenever we talk dirty about making a baby."

"Don't you want to be hot and bothered?"

"Yes," Miley mewed. "But that always makes us cum so fast, and I want this to last. I want you to fuck me slow."

Charlie nodded, "I will." He positioned the head of his cock against Miley's slit and began pushing himself into her.

Her jaw hung open slightly as Miley felt the sudden violation, "Go slow, baby. I'm kind of tight tonight."

Charlie did as she asked, pushing just a fraction of his length into her. But with each slow thrust, a little bit more of his shaft slid in. "Will you still let me fuck you when you're pregnant?"

Miley smiled at the question and wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck, "Of course, silly. I'll probably be extra horny, but if my tummy gets really swollen you'll probably have to fuck me doggy."

Charlie kissed her, "Mmm, why does that turn me on so much?"

"Because I'm your woman," Miley responded hotly. "It's in your nature to claim me and pump me full of your children; to mark me as yours."

Charlie pressed his weight atop of Miley as they coupled and began nibbling on her ear. "It's so fucking hot," he whispered, "when you talk like that."

Miley held him against her body with wrapping arms, one hand pushing through Charlie's mop of brown hair. "It's what I want," she whispered back. "I want the whole world to know that I'm swollen with your babies, Charlie. That you're my man, and no others are allowed between my legs."

Charlie was already dizzy from Miley's intoxicating words and the feeling of warmth surrounding his cock.

"One day I'll be off the pill," she continued. "And my pussy will be so fertile for you. Your cock is going to fill my cunt with your seeds and I'm going to be knocked up, Charlie. I'm going to be the mother of your baby and show off my round tummy with the tightest little tops that cling to my mommy-bulge."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned into Miley's neck as his thrusts grew more potent.

"Everyone will know that you fucked your baby into me and that I belong to you."

Charlie had to focus in order to maintain control. He wanted to start humping into Miley rapidly, but forced himself to hold a slow pace.

Miley had her arms curled around him and was sucking on his earlobe. "I'm going to give you a son," she whispered. "Because that's what a good woman wants to do for her man; give him sons."

Charlie realized how chauvinistic Miley sounded, and so did she, but that was half the point. That was the turn-on Miley craved, the sexy feeling she got deep inside whenever she released control and offered her body to Charlie's pleasure.

"Is that what you want, baby? To fuck me full of your sons?"

Charlie growled and started driving into Miley with force, "You turn me on so much."

"I know," Miley moaned. "I love our sex life, Charlie. I don't care about slow anymore. Fuck me like you want to fuck me. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me with all you've got."

"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned as his ass began humping up and down rapidly.

Miley's nails dug into Charlie's back and she began gasping, "You're going to make me cum... make my pussy cum, Charlie. I want to cum on your big cock..."

"I can feel it," Charlie rasped. "You're so wet, it feels so good."

Miley nodded franticly, clinging to her man. "I'm cumming," she squealed. "I'm cumming!"

Charlie popped when he felt Miley's orgasm begin to quiver around his shaft. He thought he could hold out longer, but then he always thought that. He grunted and exhaled sharply, several times, as his semen spilled out into Miley's sex uncontrollably.

"Oh jeezus," Miley squirmed. "I can feel it, I can feel your stuff inside me. Oh my god that feels so amazing...!"

"Fuck," was all Charlie could say as his weight collapsed atop Miley, his orgasm spent.

Miley giggled, "Mmm, fast and potent, just how I like it." She held him tightly in her arms as Charlie caught his breath.

"You were right," Charlie murmured against Miley's cheek.

Miley ran a caressing hand through Charlie's messy brown hair, "Hm?"

"Hot and bothered."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 24



PART 1 – One Simple Text

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"You have no idea what you're talking about," Brian informed Charlie in a superior tone, "absolutely none."

Charlie finished pouring his second cup of coffee, standing in the kitchen of his and Miley's apartment. Brian sat in the dining area, at a desk set up just for him and his drawing efforts. The area had been converted into a space where he and Charlie could work on their comic book. The boys had removed the small dining table, much to Miley's chagrin, and set up a pair of workstations with laptops and other essentials; it was where they collaborated every day to work on their 'Captain Darkness' comic book. 

"I think it's a subjective thing, don't you?" Charlie blew at the steam rising off his coffee cup, "It's really a matter of opinion."

"No!" Brian lifted his hands, exasperated. "This is a documented point of fact."

Charlie chuckled as he set the cup of coffee down next to his laptop, "Whatever."

Brian offered a doubting glare, "You seriously think the chick from 'Twilight' is hotter than the chick from 'the Vampire Diaries'?"

"Yeah," Charlie powered up his computer. "I think Bella is totally sexy."

"You're fucking nuts," Brian decided, returning to his drawing board. "Next you're going to tell me that you'd rather 'do' She-Hulk over Wonder Woman."

"In a heartbeat," Charlie replied as he sat and typed in his PC's password.

Brian scowled, "Now you're just fucking with me."

Charlie shook his head, "No, man. Wonder Woman is a prude; I bet she's totally dull in bed, if she's not a virgin. But She-Hulk seems like she knows her way around the sheets. Remember when she was sleeping with Hercules?"

Brian's expression softened as he considered, "You know... you might actually be right on that one."

"DC characters are all prudes," Charlie added, lifting his coffee for a brief sip.

"That used to be true," Brian countered, "during the 'Superfriends' era when everyone had a dog with a cape, but not anymore."

"It's still true," Charlie stated flatly.

"Come on, what about Batman? Are you saying Batman's a prude?"

"He's the worst of them," Charlie answered. "When is the last time you heard Batman say: 'I need to get laid'?"

Brian stopped drawing and laughed loudly.

"Meanwhile, Marvel characters are always chasing tail. I mean, look at Spider-Man. Peter Parker is almost defined by his love life. I can totally relate to that."

Brian was still laughing, "Yeah, Stan Lee is a dirty old man."

Charlie laughed and joined Brian's mirth, "Speaking of love lives..."

Brian lifted a wagging hand, warding Charlie away from the topic, "Don't even start, dude."

"Is Sam still giving you the freezer treatment?"

"It's more like an arctic winter," Brian sighed. "Haley, too."

"Things will turn around for you," Charlie assured his best friend. "You never know when the perfect girl could smack right into you."

Brian sighed, "What if she already did and I fucked it up?"

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"So what's up with you and Chip?" Miley bothered Stacy as the two of them walked through campus.

"I've told you," Stacy sighed, "a million times. Nothing is going on; there wasn't any spark between us. I haven't seen Chip in weeks."

"What about Adrian, have you seen him?"

"He went back to school in Alabama," Stacy replied dryly, pushing a tendril of blonde hair behind an ear.

Miley started, "Well, what about –"

Stacy paused and stomped her foot on the cement walk, "I'm not seeing anyone! Okay, Miley? So stop asking."

"Okay! Jeez, you don't need to rip my head off."

Stacy growled and resumed walking. She didn't mean to be so short with her best friend, but it was irritating the way Miley constantly stuck her nose into Stacy's love life. There really wasn't anyone she was interested in, not that she had been looking. It seemed to her that every time she even looked at a guy she mentally compared him to Charlie, as though she were seeking someone like him, but no one ever measured up. She often thought of Charlie and the brief kiss they shared, even though she knew there was no future in that line of thinking. Charlie loved Miley, and not even a natural disaster could pull him away from her. It made Stacy feel terribly guilty.

After walking for a few moments in uncomfortable silence Stacy stopped again, "I'm sorry."

Miley dismissed the moment casually, "Don't worry about it. We all get crabby."

"That's not what I'm apologizing for," Stacy replied nervously.

Miley gave her friend an inquisitive look.

"I've been feeling really guilty lately, and I can't take it anymore. I need to get something off my chest."

Miley started to look worried, "You didn't kiss Charlie again, did you?"

Stacy chewed her lip worriedly.

Miley's eyes widened, "You did?"

""No!" Stacy quickly answered. "Of course not. But..."

Miley let her book bag fall to the ground so she could place balled fists on her skirt-clad hips, "What is it?"

Stacy finally just blurted it out, "I think I have a crush on Charlie."

Miley blinked.

Stacy stared at Miley, afraid of the impending storm she assumed would ensue from the oft-explosive Miley.

But Miley remained calm, "You're just figuring this out now?"

Stacy looked confused, "What? Wait... you already knew?"

Miley let out half of a laugh, "Stace, you've had a crush on him since high school. I've always known that."

"I have?" Stacy's expression twisted.

Miley nodded, "Ever since you and I jerked him off in that hotel room after prom."

Stacy blushed at Miley's frank description. Miley never minced words when it came to sex.

"It's not a big deal," Miley continued. "I've always known you were at least a little sweet on him. What girl wouldn't be? He's a fantastic guy. Even Haley, of all people, looks at him with those girlish little doe-eyes." Miley shrugged, "I used to get jealous, but I've gotten used to it."

Stacy wasn't expecting Miley's reasonable response, "I can't believe how calm you're being about this."

Miley waved her hand, "What's to get upset about? You're not actually in love with Charlie; not really."

"I'm not?" Stacy's face continued to contort in weird ways.

"You're just in love with the idea of him," Miley informed her. "You see how happy he makes me, and you want that for yourself. I mean, it doesn't hurt that he has, like, a ginormous cock, too. What girl wouldn't want that between her legs?"

Stacy couldn't help blurting out into giggles, covering her mouth with a pink-manicured hand.

Miley grinned and then continued, "Isn't that why you dated Brian? Because you hoped some of Charlie's sweet side had rubbed off on him?"

Stacy searched her memories, recalling when she and Brian were together months prior. "I don't think I put that much thought into it. We were pretty drunk the first time we hooked up."

Miley rolled her eyes, "Listen hon, the right guy is going to come along. One day you'll be walking along and then - POW! You'll smack right into love."

Stacy sighed, "You're totally right, as usual."

Miley smirked and picked her bag back up, "Remember back in high school, when you were always the right one?"

"I miss those days," Stacy answered with a sigh. "Come on, we're late for class."

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During their lecture course, Stacy completely tuned the professor out. Miley sat next to her, occasionally scribbling notes, and Stacy thought she should be doing the same thing; except her mind was elsewhere. Miley had been right, Stacy decided. She wasn't in love with Charlie, she was in love with the way he treated Miley. She was jealous of what Miley had in Charlie; Stacy wanted that for herself. She thought of Brian suddenly, which brought a smile to her lips. What if Brian had been the one? It's true that they hadn't worked out the first time, but there were a lot of complications working against them, like an unplanned pregnancy. Had Stacy placed too many unfair expectations on Brian? Had she wanted him to be Charlie?

Stacy frowned as she silently questioned herself. That was it, she realized - she had expected Brian to be someone he wasn't. Stacy had been expecting perfection from Brian, the storybook romance, but no relationship is perfect. Not even Charlie and Miley's. Stacy thought about all the drama and angst Charlie and Miley had to overcome to get to where they were. They even broke up for the entirety of their freshman year of college! But they got past it all and were happier than they'd ever been.

Of course, Brian hadn't been on very good behavior since then. He had been dating one girl and sleeping with another. Not that Stacy really cared; she didn't give a whit about that Samantha girl, and Stacy was certain Haley was a world-class slut. It's not as though Brian ever cheated on Stacy, even though she accused him of doing so when he went to Miami with Charlie and Miley.

"Fuck it," Stacy whispered.

Miley was distracted from her note-taking and glanced aside at Stacy, "Huh?"

Stacy reached into her purse, "I'm texting Brian."

"What are you going to text him about?" Miley asked quietly.

"I'm going to see what he's doing on Friday night."

Miley's eyes bugged out in surprise. "You want to go out on a date with Brian?" she hissed, trying not to be overheard by the other students around them.

"Yes," Stacy answered confidently. Her thumbs worked the buttons of her cell phone as she typed out a message.

Miley pressed, "I thought you two were over?"

"We are... or we were. So what? A year ago I thought you and Charlie were over." Stacy hit 'send' and then turned a hopeful look on Miley, "But it's never too late, right?"

"What about Sam?" Miley looked concerned, "And Haley?"

"What about them?" Stacy countered, "Obviously Brian isn't too attached to either if he can't decide between them. Besides, I'm way hotter than Sam and Haley is practically a lesbian."

Miley couldn't help but snort out a giggle, "God, Stace. You and Brian... you've had way more drama than even Charlie and me."

"I know," Stacy agreed. "I've been thinking about it all morning.

=====

Brian felt his phone buzz and dug it out of his pocket. His eyes widened after reading the text, "Dude, you're never going to believe this."

Charlie stopped typing and glanced over his shoulder, "What is it?"

"Stacy's asking me if I'm free Friday night."

Charlie squinted, "You mean for a date?"

"Yeah," Brian was still staring at the face of his phone. "I guess so."

Charlie turned his desk chair to face Brian, "She wants to get back together with you?"

Brian could only shrug, "How am I supposed to know? She's just asking me if I want to go out."

Charlie looked baffled. He thought it was over between Brian and Stacy, "What if she does?"

Brian looked at his best friend, "What do you mean?"

"I mean if she wants to get back together with you, would you want to get back together with her?"

Brian looked dumbfounded at Charlie's very valid question, "I don't know. After we broke up I figured that was it, so I've never given it much thought."

"She was going through a lot back then," Charlie reasoned. "You both were, what with her pregnancy and all. Maybe now that life is more back to normal, she realizes she misses you."

"You really think so?" Brian sounded intrigued.

"I don't know," Charlie admitted. "I'm just speculating."

Brian began typing out a reply on his phone.

"What are you going to tell her?"

"I am telling her I'm definitely free," Brian answered.

Charlie could only smile.

PART 2 – On Me or In Me

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Miley hurried into the apartment after school, dropping her book satchel by the door. "Charlie!?" she called, "Baby? Are you home?"

Charlie's voice carried from the hallway, "I'm in the bathroom."

Miley kicked off her heels and trotted Charlie's way, her tight skirt not allowing for long strides. "You're never going to guess what happened... it's unbelievable!"

She found Charlie standing at the toilet relieving himself, his jeans pushed down his thighs. The couple had long ago grown comfortable with one another's presence and no longer bothered shutting the bathroom door. He grinned knowingly at Miley, "You mean Stacy and Brian?"

Miley got a deflated look, "You already know?"

"Of course," Charlie zipped up and flushed. "Brian was here all day. He just left about twenty minutes ago."

"I couldn't believe it," Miley professed. "Stace and I were sitting in our Ethics class when al l the sudden she whipped out her phone and told me she wanted to get back together with Brian. I thought she had lost it!"

"I was just as shocked," Charlie agreed.

Miley pumped Charlie for information, "What did Brian say to you?"

Charlie flipped the bathroom light off and wandered towards the kitchen, "Not much."

Miley followed him as though they were attached by an invisible cord, "He didn't say anything?"

Opening the fridge and peering inside, Charlie answered, "Not really."

Miley issued a frustrated growl. Why did boys have to be so evasive when it came to their feelings? "Well, he must have said something! How did he seem? Was he excited?"

Charlie found a can of soda that looked tasty and snapped it open, "It's hard to say. I think so."

"You THINK so?" Miley looked fit to burst, "You two are best friends. You sit here all day together! Don't you ever talk?!?"

"Yeah, we talked all day," Charlie answered before taking a swallow. "Are you hungry? I know it's a little early for supper, but –"

"Charlie!" Miley snapped. "Stop thinking about food. Tell me what were you guys talking about, if not about Stacy?"

Charlie answered honestly, "We were arguing about who is hotter between Bella and Elena."

"You mean the girl from The Vampire Diaries?"

Charlie nodded.

"Oh my god," Miley was momentarily distracted. "It's totally Elena, it's not even close."

"Really? Because I think Bella -"

"You just like Kristen Stewart's ass."

Charlie got a stupid grin.

"You and Brian are unbelievable, you know that? Stacy and I have been talking about this all afternoon. Meanwhile, you and Brian are here wondering which vampire-chick you'd rather fuck. I swear I'll never fully understand boys."

Miley wandered, exasperated, towards the bedroom. Charlie trailed after her as though the invisible cord were still intact.

"So what's up, anyway?" Charlie watched as Miley peeled her top off. "Does Stacy want to get back together with Brian?"

"She wants to try," Miley said, pushing the skirt down her legs. "At first I thought she was just being lonely, but the more we talked the more I got the sense that she thinks it could work between Brian and her."

Charlie stared at Miley's body, which was now only concealed by a lacy bra and panty set.

Miley continued, "She said she had been placing unrealistic expectations on..."

Charlie lifted his brows, waiting for Miley to continue.

But Miley could only smirk, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're a horny sixteen year-old," Miley clarified, "who has just seen a naked girl for the first time."

Charlie's cheeks flushed, "Because you look so sexy."

Miley beamed proudly, "I love it when you look at me that way." She turned around and shook her hips, displaying her trim heart-shaped bottom. The black lacy panties Miley was wearing formed a 'V' shape over her smooth tanned skin.

Charlie swallowed.

"Do you want to jerk off on my ass?" Miley asked in a tone filled with honey.

Charlie blinked, "What?"

Miley cast a seductive glance over her shoulder, "You think my ass is sexy, don't you?"

"Is that a trick question?"

Miley giggled, "Show me."

"You want me to jerk off on you?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded, biting her lip cutely. "Show me how sexy you think I am, Charlie. Show me how much my body turns you on."

Charlie seemed hesitant at first, but when Miley bent over the bed and offered her bottom he quickly began fumbling with his pants.

"That's it, baby," Miley cooed, tossing her dark curls to the side. "Pull that big cock of yours out and show me how hard my body makes you."

Moving behind Miley, Charlie looked down at her butt. The material of her underwear was riding up between her cheeks in the most arousing way.

Peering over her shoulder, Miley watched as Charlie pushed his pants down and off. His penis was already growing erect, bobbing and thickening in the air before him. She marveled at its size and felt her sex dampening at the thought of his ten inches intruding upon her. But she wanted to tease him some more, "I want to feel your hot cum on my skin."

Taking himself in hand, Charlie began to slowly stroke the length of his cock.

"I want to feel your arousal when it lands on me, Charlie. I want you to stare at my sexy ass and make a big mess all over it, that way I'll know how much it turns you on."

Charlie groaned as Miley wiggled her bottom at him. He began to reach forward with his free hand, wanting to touch and squeeze one of Miley's ass cheeks.

But she stopped him, "No, baby. No touching. Just look."

Charlie began to complain, "But Miley, I –"

"I know," Miley smirked teasingly. "You want to dig your fingers into my flesh and squeeze my butt like you do when we fuck, but no touching. Just jerk off onto me. Look at me like I'm one of those sexy girls on the internet or a glossy magazine and fantasize about sticking your cock into me."

"You're way hotter than any porno girl," Charlie assured her as his hand sped up its stroking motion.

Miley licked her lips and smiled at the compliment, her torso draped over the bed. She pushed up with her legs and propped her ass up higher, "I can see it in your eyes."

Charlie's breathing was growing more rapid as he stared at Miley and rapidly stroked his cock, "S-see what?"

"The arousal," Miley whispered. "You can feel it, can't you? All that cum inside your balls is starting to boil and churn. Pretty soon you'll feel that heat at the base of your cock as it starts to rise..."

"Oh god," Charlie groaned.

"Your fist will grip yourself so tight, and you'll be jerking off so fast. Your cock will thicken in your hand and silky pre-cum will start flowing from its tip."

Charlie tried to clench his eyes shut, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Miley. The firm roundness of her ass was too enticing; the small of her back was too arousing; everything about her fueled his masturbating hand into a blur.

"You'll want to fight it," Miley continued. "You'll try so hard to fight back your orgasm, but you can't. You can't fight it, Charlie. Your cum is going to rise up that big cock of yours like a volcano struggling to erupt. You'll gasp and see stars right before your steaming goo decorates my ass in a big sloppy mess. You'll hump your fist franticly, pumping every drop out until you've emptied your love all over me."

"Miley!" Charlie screamed, overcome by her dirty talk. He felt his knees go weak as an orgasm boiled over. The creamy semen flew from the swollen head of his cock in sloppy strands. The ropes landed across Miley's butt, staining both her skin as well as the thin material of her panties.

"Oh baby!" Miley encouraged. "Come all over me! Oh, god, it's so warm. I can feel it on my skin..."

Charlie continued to pump on his cock until the last of his pleasure had left his body. A white sticky mess covered Miley's ass, and much of it began to slide and puddle at the crevice formed by the small of her back.

"Is it all over?" Miley strained to peer over her shoulder but couldn't quite see. "It feels like you coated me pretty good."

Charlie nodded breathlessly, recovering from his intense orgasm, "I think I ruined your panties."

Miley smiled, "Don't worry, they'll wash out. Besides, it was worth it. I like stinking of your sex."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 24



"Let me get a towel."

Miley continued to lean over the bed as Charlie moved towards the closet, "That was so hot, Charlie. I love watching you masturbate almost as much as I love doing it for you."

Charlie found a towel in the hamper and grinned as he returned to his messy fiancé, "I think you're better at it than me."

Miley beamed as Charlie gently wiped up the sticky mess that had puddled onto her back, "That's good to know, because I take pride in jerking you off. I certainly have had a lot of pra-"

Her words were cut short by a sudden intrusion between her legs.

"Oh god... Charlie, what are you -?"

"I'm still horny," Charlie replied, poking his semi-erect cock between Miley's trim thighs.

"Can you get hard again so soon after cumming?" Miley asked, parting her legs to accommodate him.

"All I could think about when you had me jerking off was how I wanted to feel your warm pussy surrounding me."

Miley felt Charlie poking at her, but his cock was still a bit spongy. She pushed a hand between her tummy and the bed, reaching to grasp his cock and help guide it into her. "I've got you," she assured him.

Charlie let out a satisfied sigh as Miley helped guide their connection.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

But Miley already knew the answer. She could feel Charlie's arousal as it renewed within her, his cock rapidly thickening.

"It feels amazing," Charlie whispered, grabbing Miley by her hips.

Unable to help herself from gasping a little, Miley felt Charlie push his intrusion deeper. She adored the feeling of being so completely filled by him, and this was a new experience. Usually Charlie was fully erect when he entered her, but this time Miley could literally feel his cock grow and expand within her.

"I love it when you fuck me," Miley whimpered against the bed. "Your cock is so big; it's like this unbelievable force filling my insides."

Charlie's fingers kneaded into Miley's hips as he began pushing some slow thrusts into her depths, but then his hands slid along the sides of her torso before he reached around to grasp at her tits. Miley's breasts were small, but her hard nipples burned against his palms. Miley turned her head sideways as Charlie fully mounted her, inviting his mouth to meet hers. Their lips met and tongues tangled for several heated moments.

"I love being your slut," Miley whispered, dragging her tongue across Charlie's lips, "your hot little slut that you stick your cock into whenever you're horny."

Charlie grunted in arousal and clasped Miley tightly in his arms, her back firmly against his slender chest as his hips thundered behind her, "I love it when you talk dirty... I love it so much."

Miley took the fucking, motionless in Charlie's arms as his thrusts grew in power as well as speed. "Fuck it into me," she begged. "Fuck your pleasure into me. Fuck a baby into me, Charlie. Fuck a baby into your woman..."

"Oh jeezus," Charlie moaned. Whenever Miley began the pregnancy talk it drove him wild.

Miley shook from the powerful thrusts Charlie was pushing into her. She felt his arms tighten about her torso and his hands were digging into her tit-flesh. It aroused to her to be used by him so savagely, so wantonly, and she could feel the flutter of a climax grow between her legs.

"Do it, baby!" Miley gasped. "Make me pregnant. Oh god! Oh god, Charlie, I want your baby in me so bad... oh fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

"I want to cum inside you," Charlie announced, his voice raspy and uncontrolled.

Miley nodded frantically, an orgasm consuming her. It was a slow burn for her that spread over her thighs and stomach, a feeling of pleasure mixed with love. "Fuck your cock into me deep," she urged between gasps. "I want to feel your seeds in my womb, where they'll be warm and safe and grow into a baby..."

Charlie burst. His throat issued a sharp grunt and he froze in place. Miley could feel his cock pumping and heaving against her vaginal walls as it spilled Charlie's load within her.

It was divine.

"I can feel it," Miley whimpered. "I can feel your cum in me. Oh my god..."

Charlie shuddered a pair of sharp thrusts against Miley's ass before the last of pleasure left his body and entered Miley's. His form was sweaty from the effort and he could feel the skin of his chest cling against that of Miley's back.

"I love you baby," Miley said with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much." 

"Miley?" Charlie looked at her with concern, "Are you... crying?"

Miley nodded with a smile, "its okay, I'm just overwhelmed, that's all. That felt so good, and I love you. I'm so happy."

The two lovers kissed again over Miley's shoulder.

"I finally did it," Charlie whispered.

Miley pushed some sticky strands of curls off her sweaty forehead, "Finally did what?"

Charlie joked, "I finally fucked you so hard it brought tears to your eyes."

PART 3 – On Again

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Stacy laughed. She couldn't help it. It felt so good, to laugh, to laugh so uncontrollably that it started to hurt in her chest.

"Stop!" Stacy squealed, squirming around in her bed.

Suddenly the sheet covering her popped up and she could see Brian's flush face beneath the covers. "Sorry," he grinned. "I didn't know you were so ticklish."

"You know damn well how ticklish I am!"

"Maybe I knew a little," Brian winked.

Stacy giggled, "Oh my god, I can't believe we did this."

"Yeah," Brian agreed. "And we're not even drunk."

"What made you come over?" Stacy asked as Brian settled in the bed beside her to catch his breath.

"Your text today," Brian answered. "You asked me out, and I didn't want to wait until Friday to see you."

Stacy smiled, "You're sweet. But did you come over here thinking you were going to get laid?"

"No," Brian replied honestly. "I just wanted to see you. I had no idea you were going to jump my bones."

"Me?!?" Stacy gasped innocently, "You're the one who started ripping my shirt off."

"Only after you started tearing at my belt while you were sticking your tongue down my throat."

"Whatever," Stacy smiled. "God. Miley is going to freak out when she finds out about this."

Brian laid a wrist across his forehead and stared at Stacy's bedroom ceiling, "Yeah, she hasn't been my biggest fan lately. I keep disappointing her."

"She'll get over it," Stacy assured him. "She loves you, you know."

Brian glanced aside in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You and Charlie," Stacy sat up, looking around her bedroom for a tee shirt. "She has some kind of motherly instinct when it comes to you two. She's very protective of you both. Do you remember last summer, when Miley and I weren't getting along?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"We were always fighting about you."

Brian watched as Stacy slipped out of the bed. He stared at her voluptuous backside when she bent over to pick up a shirt, "You guys fought about me?"

"Yeah," Stacy pulled the tee over her head. It was Brian's, so it fell over her hips far enough to conceal the necessaries. "At the time I kept feeling like she was taking your side over mine, you know? It made me so angry. I kind of resented you for it, which probably had something to do with us breaking up."

Brian propped himself up, leaning on an elbow, to listen.

"Like when I thought you were cheating on me with that Sam girl."

Brian winced.

"I know you weren't, but Miley totally would have stuck up for you even if you had. It was like that all summer. She tried forcing me into giving you the benefit of the doubt whenever I was angry about something you did or said. I've since come to realize that she's like a tigress defending her cubs. She never used to be like that, before Charlie. He brought that out of her."

"I know what you mean," Brian nodded. "She's crazy sometimes, and she can be way too nosey..."

Stacy smirked.

"But it's good having someone like Miley in my corner. She pretends that it bothers her when Charlie and I are working on our comic book, but then two minutes later she's encouraging us and telling us how talented we are."

Stacy sat at the edge of the bed, "She's going to forgive you for cheating on Sam, if she hasn't already."

"I hope Sam can forgive me, too."

Stacy assumed, "You want to get back together with her?"

"Huh? Brian blinked, "Oh. Oh... no, not at all. Seriously. Sam's great and all, but I'm pretty sure she was just my rebound from you."

Stacy blushed, "And Haley?"

Brian made a guilty expression and shrugged, "I don't know. Haley's a hot girl who kind of threw herself at me... you know how it is."

Stacy rolled her eyes.

"She's not you," Brian stated suddenly. "She's not even close."

Stacy squinted at Brian, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I've been in love with you since high school. I never stopped. For me, it's always been about you. Yeah, maybe I completely fucked our relationship up, but that doesn't change the fact that you're my fantasy girl."

Stacy blinked, "But... but you seemed okay with it when we broke up?"

"I thought I was," Brian sat up in the bed, the sheet falling off his chest. "But in my defense you were my first girlfriend. I didn't have much experience. I fucked it up between us, Stacy. But... I miss you. I miss you all the time."

"Oh Brian..." Stacy lunged onto the bed and threw her arms around Brian's neck. She squeezed a clinging hug to him, "I miss you too."

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Miley leaned all her weight onto one leg, her opposite hip flaring against the hem of Charlie's tee shirt, as she stood in the kitchen and stared at the microwave. "Charlie?" she called, "How long before I can take it out?"

Charlie's amused voice came from the bathroom, "When it stops popping. Don't you know how to make popcorn?"

Miley made a pouting frown, "I always burn it."

"I'll be there in a second," Charlie called.

Miley tapped her lip with the pad of her pointer finger as she listened to the popping sounds and watched the bag inflate inside the microwave. Suddenly, a knock came from the door, "Baby, can you get that? This is almost done and I don't want to burn it."

"I'm peeing!"

Miley sighed and trotted hurriedly as another knock came, "I'll be right there...!" She unlatched the lock and opened the apartment door. She gasped sharply upon seeing who it was.

"Hello, dear."

Miley could hardly believe her eyes, "Mother?!?"

[to be continued]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 25



PART 1 -- Mommy Dearest

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Miley stood, frozen with shock, in the doorway of her and Charlie's apartment. She was dressed in a pair of Charlie's boxer shorts and a clinging top. Her dark curls were disheveled from a bout of recent lovemaking with Charlie.

Her mother's eyes were filled with judgment of Miley's appearance, "Hello, Millicent."

Miley hated her real name and cringed at the sound of it, "Mother? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to check on you," Victoria said in a cold tone, "I'm concerned."

"Concerned?" Miley glared angrily, "We haven't spoken in over a year, and all of the sudden you're concerned?"

Miley and her mother hadn't seen one another since Miley's senior year in high school. Victoria had taken issue with Miley's choice in dating Charlie, so Miley decided to move out and live with her father. While she always knew the day would come when she would have to face her mother again, Miley secretly hoped her life would remain Victoria-free.

"I've been privy to some troublesome details," Victoria replied. "I'm worried you're making poor choices, Millicent."

Miley gnashed her teeth, "Whatever. What would you know?"

"I know that you have been living here in sin with that White boy you became infatuated with in high school."

"So?" Miley huffed. "My life is no longer any of your business, mother."

"It becomes my business," Victoria countered, "when your actions start reflecting poorly on me, and cause me embarrassment."

Miley became defensive, "I haven't done anything to embarrass you!"

Victoria lifted a plucked brow, "What about your recent arrest at the county courthouse? Do you have any idea how mortified I was to see my daughter's name in the paper's criminal report? Do you have any idea how poorly your actions reflect on me?"

Miley winced, recalling how she and Charlie were recently detained and fined for Contempt of Court at Brock's arraignment. They had both hoped to keep their parents in the dark about that situation, since it was more embarrassing than serious, but Miley forgot about the public record in the newspaper.

As Miley was about to give her mom another biting reply, Charlie rounded the hallway from the bathroom zipping his pants up. "Miley? Who was at the door...?"

Victoria aimed an icy glance in Charlie's direction.

Charlie went still with uncertainty, "Oh... shit. Uh, hello Mrs. Ryan."

The last time Charlie had seen Victoria Ryan was when she caught Charlie and Miley having sex, when they first started dating. In fact, Victoria and Miley's step-father had walked in to find Miley on her knees in front of Charlie, his semen covering her face and naked breasts. Miley and he often joked about that moment, since time had softened the humiliation, but it was one of the most embarrassing things Charlie had ever experienced.

Victoria ignored Charlie's greeting and returned her gaze to Miley.

"Don't worry," Miley remarked dryly to Charlie, "vampires can't enter unless you invite them in."

Victoria sighed, "Stop being so melodramatic, dear. I can see this is an inconvenient moment, so I won't take up any more of your obviously precious time. Instead, I want you to come to the house tomorrow for lunch. I know you have school, but this is important."

Miley rolled her eyes, "Not to me, it's not. I'm sorry I'm such a colossal embarrassment to you, mother, but you can go to hell. Stay away from me, and stay away from Charlie!"

Charlie was startled as Miley slammed the door shut in Victoria's face.

After working the deadbolt, Miley pushed her hands through her hair and snarled with frustration.

"I don't think she likes me," Charlie commented, half-jokingly.

"She doesn't like anyone," Miley growled, "unless they're filthy-rich and single."

Charlie moved to envelop Miley in his arms, "I can't believe she just showed up like that. How long has it been?"

Miley clasped Charlie and rested her head against his chest, "Since our senior year, right after I moved out. She didn't even show up for our graduation."

Charlie frowned, "I remember. I wonder what she wants to talk to you about."

"Who cares? I hate her," Miley sniffled, "I really do."

"Don't worry, she's gone." Charlie ran his hand through Miley's hair, caressing the back of her head, "It'll be okay."

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The following morning, Stacy licked her lips in anticipation as she carefully poured maple syrup over a short stack of pancakes. "Aren't you gonna have anything?" she asked Miley, who was sitting across from her in a booth at the University's cafeteria. The two best friends often shared breakfast before their first classes.

"I'm not hungry," Miley replied in a distracted tone. She was trying to concentrate on reading a textbook, but it wasn't going very well.

"What's with you?" Stacy asked as she began eating her breakfast. "You've been acting like a zombie ever since I picked you up this morning. You and Charlie aren't fighting, are you?"

Miley sighed and closed her book, "No, it's my mother."

Stacy's face twisted in surprise, "Victoria? I didn't think you two were on speaking terms?"

"Neither did I," Miley replied, "until she showed up at the apartment last night."

"You're kidding. What did she want?"

Miley lifted an ambivalent shoulder, "I don't know. I slammed the door in her face after she reminded me what a constant embarrassment I am to her."

Stacy frowned and remembered all-too well how cold Victoria could be towards Miley, "Well, what did she say?"

"Nothing really," Miley reported. "She wanted to meet me for lunch today. (As if that would ever happen.) Whatever she wanted, she didn't want to say it in front of Charlie. She clammed-up as soon as she saw him."

Stacy offered a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry, hon. Your mom can be such a bitch."

Miley snorted with agreement, "You're telling me? But I don't want to talk about it; thinking about her makes my skin crawl. Anything new with you?"

Stacy bit back a glowing smile, "Oh... nothing."

Miley gave Stacy disbelieving eyes, knowing her best friend well enough to realize when she was obviously lying.

Stacy grinned, understanding Miley's knack for seeing right through her.

Miley's sixth-sense kicked in and her eyes bugged out, "Oh my god! You had sex!"

Stacy burst into a fit of giggles and then nodded.

"With who?!?"

Stacy bit her lip, "Brian."

"You had sex with Brian?!?"

"Sshh! Tell the whole school about it, why don't you?"

Miley repeated her question in a hissing whisper, "You had sex with Brian???"

"After I texted him yesterday, about going out tonight, he came over. One thing led to another, and..."

Miley quickly forgot all about her mom, "So you guys are back together?"

"I don't know," Stacy answered honestly. "But it felt good. God, Miley... it felt really good. We're going out tonight, so maybe we'll talk about it then."

"This is unbelievable."

Stacy worried, "You don't think I'm making a big mistake, do you?"

"No," Miley shook her head. "I mean, Brian's been a bit of a butt-head lately but I think a lot of that has to do with you guys breaking up. He loves you, Stace, I know that. If it feels right, I think you both deserve to be happy."

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Charlie set a coffee down at his desk and glanced at his watch, wondering where Brian was. Every weekday they met at the apartment to work on their comic book, but Brian was usually there by ten o'clock. He was late.

Charlie thought Brian had arrived when a knock came from the door, but Charlie was wrong.

"Hello, Charles," Victoria greeted.

Charlie blinked, "Mrs. Ryan? Uh, Miley's not home if that's why you're -"

"Of course she's not home," Victoria interrupted. "She's at school, which is where you'd be if my daughter wasn't infatuated with a college drop-out."

Charlie squinted, "I didn't drop out. I'm taking a year to work on -"

"Whatever," Victoria interrupted him again with disinterest in his excuse, "I came here to see you. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

At a loss for anything else to do, Charlie stepped aside and let Victoria enter. She looked about the apartment with scorn. Charlie was sure he had just invited the devil into his home. Victoria may have looked like an older version of Miley, with her long wavy black hair and trim figure, but Charlie knew how heartless the woman could be. He reminded himself to remain guarded around her.

"My daughter can be a stubborn little snot," Victoria commented before returning her gaze to Charlie. "She gets that from me."

"You should try being more nice to her," Charlie carefully suggested.

"It really doesn't matter. I was going to make an offer to her, but it will work just as well with you."

"Offer? What kind of offer?"

Victoria opened her purse, "I was going to offer her a large sum of money."

Charlie looked confused, "Money? For what?"

"Miley's future isn't very promising with you in the picture," Victoria explained, removing her checkbook. "You're free-loading off her, living in this apartment on my ex-husband's dime, and I doubt you will ever amount to much - if anything. My daughter deserves someone who can provide for her, financially. You, I'm afraid, are nothing more than a lower-middle class loser."

Charlie felt like he had been punched in the gut. How could anyone be so openly vicious?

Victoria finished filling out the check and tore it free, "This is a check for five-hundred thousand dollars, Charles. I want you to take it." She set the check down on an end-table beside the couch, "You can have every penny. All you need to do is walk away from my daughter and stay out of her life. Forever."

Charlie looked down at the check, wide-eyed. A half-million dollars! And Victoria had offered it to him as casually as could be. It was more money than he'd ever imagined!

"I've post-dated it for a week from now," Victoria remarked as she zipped up her purse. "I expect that you will have moved out and left my daughter heart-broken by then. If so, I won't cancel it with the bank. Good day, Charles."

Charlie watched, struck speechless, as Victoria showed herself out of the apartment.

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Haley let out a heavy sigh of boredom as she looked around the mall jewelry store where she worked. Mornings were always the dullest portion of her shift; no one liked to buy gold before noon. She glanced into a mirror set out for the customers and tossed a hand through her feathery blonde hair. As she checked her mascara, Haley caught someone entering the store out of the corner of her eye.

"Brian?"

"Hey, Hales."

Haley hadn't expected to see Brian so soon after they broke things off, "What's up? You're the last person I thought would walk in here this morning."

Brian approached the counter with a humble demeanor, "I need your help."

Haley placed her elbows on the glass counter and propped her chin in her palms, "Okay?"

"I need something nice," Brian seemed hesitant, "for a girl."

"Let me guess," Haley looked amused, "you want to get back together with your ex. What was her name? Sam?"

"You're close. I want to get back together with the ex before that."

Haley laughed, "The girl you knocked-up last summer?"

Brian made a pointing gesture, "That's the one. Listen... is this cool? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, especially after the way things ended between us."

"It's cool," Haley assured him with a disarming smile. "You and I had fun, but it was never going to be anything serious. I don't have any hard feelings. As long as you keep that bitch Miley away from me, we can be friends."

Brian let out a relieved sigh, "Awesome. Can you show me some bracelets?"

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Miley deposited her school bag on the couch after returning home from classes and made a bee-line for the kitchen, "Charlie? Baby? Are you home?"

No reply arrived and Miley wondered where her man had gotten off to. He was probably at the comic store with Brian, or something similarly nerdish. She investigated the fridge and found some leftovers to reheat, along with a bottle of water. After skipping breakfast, she was starved! 

As Miley set about preparing the food for a trip to the microwave, she spotted something on the kitchen table. Investigating closer, Miley saw that it was a check from her mother. It was made out to Charlie's name, in the amount of...

Miley gasped with shock at the amount. What was going on? Why would her mother give Charlie a check for a half-million dollars?

Miley feared the worst. She pulled a cell phone out of her jeans pocket and punched in a number, fretting silently as the phone began to ring.

Victoria answered, "Hello, honey. I was expecting you'd call."

"What's going on?" Miley instantly demanded.

A chuckle came through the phone, "I assume Charlie broke up with you? I'm sorry, Miley. I know it hurts, but it's probably for the best."

Fear gripped Miley's heart as she began to understand, "Mother... what did you do?"

"I wanted you to realize that he doesn't love you, Miley. He's only been taking advantage of you because you come from money. I know you don't see it clearly now, but I did what I thought was best for you. In time, you'll thank me."

Miley choked on her own breath, "T-thank you for what? Tell me what you did, mother. Say it!"

"I offered Charlie a lot of money to walk away; to walk away from you. You see, that's why he's with you -- for the money. Now that he has it, he no longer needs you -"

Miley didn't want to hear any more; she couldn't. She simply hung up her cell before it limply fell out of her hand and clattered onto the table. Miley's mind raced. How could her mom be such a cold, heartless witch? It was unfathomable to Miley, despite Victoria's history, that she would do such a horrible thing. And how could Charlie possibly have accepted the money? He loved her! Miley knew he loved her. He wouldn't trade Miley for any amount of money... would he?

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Stacy lay on her bed kicking, wriggling, twisting, and tugging until the jeans she was struggling with finally slid over her hips. She rushed to the mirror, knowing Brian would be there any minute, and made sure her bra straps weren't showing beneath her mid-riff baring top. She pushed a brush through her long blonde hair, checked her make-up, and began hunting for her leather ankle-boots.

"Stacy," her mother called from downstairs, "Brian is here."

"I'll be right down!" Stacy yelled after finding one of the boots. Where was the other one?

Brian was thankful when Stacy finally appeared at the top of the stairs; he'd run out of small-talk topics to discuss with Stacy's mother. "Hey," he greeted with a smile.

"Hey," Stacy smiled right back. Brian looked handsome in pair of black slacks and blue buttoned silk shirt, "You look great."

"You too."

"Don't stay up," Stacy kissed her mother's cheek, "we're going to the late movie."

Brian let out a heavy breath of relief once he and Stacy were outside, "Wow, that was uncomfortable."

Stacy had a glowing smile, "What, you mean my mom?"

Brian opened the passenger door of his car for Stacy, "Yeah. I mean, after your pregnancy and the abortion and us breaking up... I'm pretty sure she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," Stacy said after Brian got into the car. "I made it clear to my parents that the abortion was my decision. You didn't ever pressure me into it, and they know that."

Brian sounded doubtful, "Yeah, well, parents always hate the guys who get their daughter pregnant out of wedlock. That's like, a rule or something."

Stacy laughed and reassured him, "They don't hate you."

"If you say so."

"I'm starving, by the way. Where do you want to have dinner?"

Brian left the car in Park, "Listen, I wanted to give you something first."

Stacy gave him a curious look.

Reaching over Stacy's lap, Brian opened the glove box.

"Oh my god," Stacy breathed when Brian pulled out a small jewelry box. "Brian, what did you do?"

"I got you something."

Stacy's smile glowed, "I can see that."

"Go ahead," Brian gestured. "Open it."

Stacy pulled a ribbon around the box free and then pushed the hinged top open. She took in a sharp breath when she saw the silver chain bracelet, "Brian... it's beautiful."

"I love you."

Stacy turned to Brian's unexpected admission.

"I know this is all happening really quickly... again. But ever since we broke up my life has been a mess. I thought I could replace you with Sam, but all I did was hurt her. Haley was... I don't know what Haley was. But I do know I regret what happened between us. I'm so happy you're giving me a second chance."

"Oh, Brian." Stacy leaned over and put her arms around him, "I've missed you so much. What happened between us wasn't your fault, it was mine. I expected too much of you too soon. I won't make that mistake again."

They kissed, a brief and flirty thing, before Stacy asked for help putting the bracelet on.

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The apartment was silent while Miley sat on the couch. For once, she was at a loss. Too many emotions were swirling around inside her. They were crippling, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She felt anger towards her mother, an anger that had been simmering for almost two years and was now frothing over. But she also felt a paralyzing fear that she was going to lose Charlie. It was an irrational fear, she knew, but the emotion gripped her all the same. Victoria was good at getting her way, and five-hundred thousand dollars was a lot of money.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the apartment door opened.

Charlie walked in with a suitcase in one arm and a big duffel bag under the other.

"No..." Miley squeaked before her body started shaking with throat-gripping sobs.

"Miley?" Charlie set his bags down.

Miley felt like her entire world was crashing down around her. She recalled the feeling she had when she found out Charlie was in the hospital after being beaten and mugged. It was a horrifying sense of unbearable loss. Her chest convulsed and tears began to soak her cheeks.

"Jesus!" Charlie rushed towards her, "Miley, what it is it? What's wrong?"

"How could you?" Miley sniffed, "How could you leave me, Charlie? I thought you loved me..."

"I DO love you," Charlie swore. "Miley, I'm not leaving you!"

Miley looked towards Charlie's suitcase, "But my mother said... the check. And you have bags... and..."

Charlie knelt in front of Miley and put his hands to her shoulders, "No! No, honey." He shook his head, "Those bags aren't empty, they're full!"

Mascara stained Miley's face as she squinted at Charlie in confusion. She wiped at her nose, "Huh?"

"I was at my parent's house. My mom called and said she packed up my winter clothes for me. I was just over there picking them up. As for your mom... wow, what a doozy you got for a mother."

Miley kept sniffling, "She said..."

Charlie nodded and saw the check lying on the coffee table, "She was here, and she offered to buy me away from you. But that's never going to happen."

Miley watched Charlie rip the check up into little pieces.

"This is what I think of her money." Charlie cast the pieces over his shoulder, "I love you, Miley. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever convince me to leave you."

"Oh, Charlie!" Miley threw her arms around him and buried her messy face into Charlie's shoulder. "I'm so sorry! I never should have doubted you! I knew you wouldn't leave me, but my mother said... and then I saw those bags... and I thought..."

Charlie hugged Miley close, rubbing his palms reassuringly against her back, "It's okay, I understand. Everything is okay."

"It's not okay, Charlie. I can't believe my mother! How could she do this? She's trying to come between us. I'm so ashamed of her. I'm sorry you had to deal with her. I'm so sorry, baby."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 25



Charlie continued to hold Miley tightly, "She's never going to come between us, I promise. But, just to be safe, maybe we should go buy some garlic and hang it on the door."

Miley choked out a laugh at Charlie's joke and withdrew from his embrace, "Oh my god, I must look like a mess."

Charlie regarded her fondly and lifted a thumb to wipe at the mascara running down her cheek, "You're as beautiful as you always are."

Miley bit her lip, "You're a horrible liar, but I love you for it."

"You're a little puffy around the nose and eyes," Charlie commented, leaning in to kiss Miley's temple, "you have this black stuff running down your cheeks," he continued, kissing the corner of Miley's mouth, "but there's never been a more beautiful girl in the entire world. It's been that way for me since elementary school. It will always be that way for me."

Miley curled her arms back around Charlie's neck and kissed him, "Make love to me."

Charlie returned the kiss easily, "Yeah?"

Miley nodded, "Make the hurt go away. Make me feel good. The only thing I want to feel is your love, just for a little while."

"Okay," Charlie whispered warmly. He scooped Miley up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

The two young lovers made-out for a long time, kissing and touching. Every so often one of them would remove an article of clothing, until eventually they were rubbing their naked bodies against one another while kissing. Charlie pulled the sheet up over their bodies to ward against any chill.

"You feel so nice," Miley murmured, laying on her side and kissing Charlie's neck.

"So do you," he replied, tangling one of his legs between hers. His hands explored the small of her back, her hips, and her butt.

Miley nibbled on his lip, using her ankles to encourage Charlie's leg to slip even higher between hers. She began rubbing her sex against the top of his thigh so the friction would lightly stimulate her labia and clitoris. "You're making me so horny," Miley whispered, "the way you're touching me."

Charlie could feel Miley's wetness leaving a slick trail on his leg, "Does that feel good?"

She nodded against his chest and continued humping Charlie's leg, "It feels good on my clit."

"Your pussy feels warm and damp on my skin," Charlie remarked, wrapping his arms around Miley and holding her against his torso as she gyrated her hips.

Miley coiled against him with the side of her face flat against Charlie's slender chest, "Do you like my pussy? Do you like it rubbing on you? It's getting hot for you." She mewed softly, "My pussy knows I'm going to feed it your cock soon, and it's getting all drippy and hungry."

Charlie pressed several kisses to Miley's forehead, allowing her to take as much time as she wanted to languidly rut against his thigh, "Your pussy is like a slice of heaven."

Miley grinned and arced her neck so she could drag her lips across Charlie's chin, "I like that."

Pushing a hand through Miley's curls, Charlie whispered, "Wars should be fought over your pussy."

Miley let out a warm breath against Charlie's neck after his words. She licked and kissed his jaw line.

"Men should fall to their knees and worship your pussy."

"Oh, Charlie..." Miley gasped out.

Charlie pushed his leg between Miley's, adding to the pressure of her friction, "You are the most amazing woman this Earth has ever known, Miley. Cleopatra, Helen... they all paled in comparison."

Her body suddenly tensed and Miley's eyes clamped shut. She hugged herself against Charlie tightly and shook with mild tremors. She was cumming. Charlie felt the warmth against his leg, the wet heat of her orgasm, as she clutched and squirmed. Cute little mewing noises escaped Miley's lips as she continued to thrust and hump Charlie's thigh.

"Oh my god," she cooed quietly.

Charlie simply held her through her orgasm. She had been through hell earlier, so to his thinking she deserved the opposite.

"Damn," Miley finally came to her senses and nuzzled against Charlie chest, "I needed that."

Charlie suddenly felt Miley's fingers grasp his erection, which had been throbbing against her hip.

"You need it too," she whispered, "your cock is so hard and throbby."

"You turn me on so much," Charlie explained.

Miley moved her grip up and down Charlie's shaft, "Did you get hot watching me get off on you?"

Charlie nodded and murmured, "Yeah."

"Mmm," Miley suckled on Charlie's neck for a moment. "Did it make you hard, watching me rut on you like a horny bitch?"

"Yes," Charlie rolled onto his back as Miley coaxed him, his eyes locked with hers.

She draped her naked body atop his like a seductive harem girl. The sheet covering them slipped to the floor, "Do you want to be in my pussy, baby?"

Charlie nodded with an expression so needy that he appeared in pain.

Miley lifted herself so that she was straddling Charlie. Reaching between them she took a firm hold of his cock and guided it straight up, placing it at her slit and forcing its entry with her weight.

"Oh god," Charlie moaned. His head rolled back at the warm pleasure that enveloped him.

Taking his wrists, Miley aimed Charlie's hands at her breasts. He eagerly gripped them, squeezing her flesh in his palms.

"I'll get you off," Miley promised as she worked her hips. "Let your hands have their way with my body while my pussy pulls all of your cum out. It's okay, baby, if you want to squeeze and grope my sexy parts."

Charlie's hands immediately slid down the length of Miley's body, curled around her hips, and clutched at the soft skin of her ass cheeks.

She bit back a smile. Miley knew how much Charlie loved her ass. He loved to grab it whenever they fucked, and she never failed to encourage him, "That's it baby. Squeeze my sexy butt."

Charlie began grunting, thrusting up at Miley with his hips while his hands dug into her ass-flesh.

Miley trembled at the size and power of his cock. She had to lean forward and plant her palms on Charlie's chest to keep her balance.

Charlie couldn't believe the pleasure. He felt Miley's pussy gripping his shaft as it slid it up and down. "Miley..." he moaned, "that feels so good."

"I know, baby. You too. I'm gonna fucking cum again."

Fluids leaked from their union, wetting Charlie's crotch and the inside of Miley's thighs. She began gasping out sharp breaths and her cunt quivered, convulsing around Charlie's cock.

"Oh fuck," Miley cursed, throwing her head back. She became lost in the pleasure and bounced atop Charlie to create as much friction on her swollen clitoris as possible. She could feel Charlie's fingers tighten on her ass and she in turn clutched his chest.

The room began to stink of their sex.

"Uhn!" Miley grunted as her orgasm became a piercing thing that stabbed through her torso - a knife of pleasure that took her by surprise.

"Miley!" Charlie gasped urgently. His own orgasm was pending. He clenched his eyes closed in an effort to hold it back.

"Oh god!" Miley moaned loudly, "Oh my god that was fucking unreal! Oh, Charlie..."

"Miley..." Charlie repeated. "I want to cum...."

Miley chewed her lip and nodded.

"I want to cum..." Charlie tried to say again.

"Cum for me," Miley encouraged him.

Charlie's body tensed. "I want to cum..." he moaned before finally finishing the sentence, "...in your hand."

A throaty laugh escaped Miley's throat. It always amused her how much her man liked the grip of her hand when he came. Miley knew that Charlie liked to cum inside her, they both loved the intimacy of that, but more often than not he preferred her to hold him. Something about the firm tight grip appealed to him.

Miley lifted herself and Charlie's cock sprang free. It was puffy and pulsed in the air. "I've got you," she assured him, squeezing his shaft as tightly as she could. "I've got you, baby."

She pumped his cock once, then again, before the first spurt of semen shot forth. The warm ooze erupted in the form of thick globby strands to land on Miley's stomach. Several hot strings of it clung to Miley's tanned skin before it was all over.

"That was so fucking hot," Miley said as she stared at Charlie's cock, "like a volcanic eruption."

Charlie's sweaty body shivered from the power of his cum, "I got it all over you."

Miley nodded in agreement, "You soaked my tummy real good. Your goo is everywhere."

Charlie's shoulders slumped and he relaxed his head back against the pillow, "We have the best sex life."

Miley giggled as she wiped her stomach and gathered a wad of sticky semen on her fingers, "I know, right? We're so messy, too."

Charlie watched as Miley stuck her tongue out and licked some his orgasm off her manicured digits.

Miley ran her tongue over her lips, "I love you, Charlie. I love you so much."

Charlie sat up, Miley still on his lap, and kissed her. "I love you too."

=====

Stacy stirred and moaned in irritation. The Saturday morning sun was shining through her bedroom window and landed right on her eyes. She rolled over, refusing to awaken, but felt an empty spot in the bed next to her. Something was missing, she thought.

Her eyes fluttered open. She was alone in bed, but that didn't seem right... Brian was supposed to be there next to her, wasn't he? She sat up and squinted against the morning brightness, looking around her room.

"Please tell me he didn't sneak out in the middle of the -"

The sound of a toilet flushing interrupted Stacy's prayer.

"Hey gorgeous," Brian greeted as he walked out of the bathroom connected to Stacy's bedroom.

"Hey," she smiled, "I thought you had left."

"I thought about it," Brian admitted. "But only because I'm scared your parents will walk in at any moment."

Stacy shook her head in amusement, "Don't worry about it. I locked my door and they like to sleep in on the weekends. As long as we don't make too much noise, we'll be fine."

Brian slid back into bed beside her, "Cool."

Stacy lifted her wrist, regarding her new bracelet fondly, "I really had fun last night."

"Me too," Brian agreed.

Stacy stretched her arms and glanced at her clock-radio, "It's almost nine. I'm surprised Miley hasn't called."

Brian clasped his hands beneath his head, "Are you expecting her too?"

"I told her we were going out last night. She likes to call for details the morning after."

Brian snorted, "She's so nosey."

Stacy giggled, "I know, but she's my best friend. That's how we girls operate."

Brian glanced, "So you tell her everything?"

"Pretty much," Stacy conceded. "Why? Don't you and Charlie do the same thing?"

"We speak in generalizations," Brian explained, "the conversations regarding our relationships tend to lack specifics."

"So what will you tell him about us?"

Brian considered, "I'll tell him we went out, it was awesome, and I spent the night. Then we'll move on to more important matters."

Stacy grinned, "Like what?"

"I don't know," Brian shrugged. "Like... arguing about who would win in a fight between Mighty Mouse and Superman."

Stacy laughed, "You two are such dorks."

"Yeah," Brian nodded. "But you love it."

"Maybe," Stacy teased with a twinkle in her eyes. "So... will you tell him we're back together?"

"I don't know. Are we?"

"If we are I better get on birth control," Stacy stuck her tongue out, "because using a condom sucks!"

=====

John sent a tentative hand towards a pan of bacon sizzling on the stove top, but got it promptly slapped away. "Ow," he complained.

"You have to wait," Olivia told him, "Charlie and Miley will be here any minute."

"Charlie and Miley are coming over?"

Olivia nodded, "I invited them yesterday, when Charlie was over to pick up some of his clothes."

John let out a sigh, resigned to the fact that his growling stomach would have to wait, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did, last night. I swear, Jonathan, everything I tell you goes in one ear and out the other."

"Did you have to invite Miley, too? I know Charlie loves her, but she can be a bit of an air-head."

Olivia cracked open some eggs and rolled her eyes, "She's your future daughter. And she's not an air-head, she's just young. Besides, I adore Miley."

As if on cue, the front door could be heard opening.

"Mom? Dad?" Charlie called, "We're here."

Olivia gave her husband a glare that screamed 'behave', "In the kitchen, honey."

Miley was the first to appear, adorned in a tight pair of pink track pants and a bulky sweatshirt - clearly one of Charlie's. Her hair was bundled into an easy ponytail. "Hi John," she beamed, "good morning Olivia."

"Hello sweetheart," Olivia greeted. When Charlie appeared she gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek. "You two are just in time."

"Hey dad," Charlie lifted a wave. He was dressed just as casually as Miley, wearing a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a tee-shirt.

"Hey Charlie. Miley." John looked to his wife, "They're here. Can we eat now?"

Olivia chuckled, "Almost ready."

"It smells great in here," Miley commented.

Olivia smiled privately while putting the final touches on breakfast, watching as her family sat at the kitchen table. She noticed lately how Charlie and Miley seemed to move as one, as though connected by some unseen and supernatural gravitational force. They revolved around one another like the Earth and Moon, so when one moved the other reacted accordingly. Without a word, Charlie pulled back a seat for Miley and she seemed prepared for it before he even reached for the chair.

John poured some orange juice for everyone, "So how's that comic book of yours coming along, Charlie?"

"We're working real hard at it, dad. I think Brian and I will be able to meet Marvel's deadline."

"It's fabulous," Miley interjected, scooching her chair closer to Charlie's. "Charlie's stories are a-mazing, and Brian's doing some of his best work, like, ever."

Charlie glanced at his father, knowing that John had been disappointed at Charlie's decision to take a year off school. He silently hoped the comic would be a success; his father's approval meant more to Charlie than he often let on to others.

Olivia carried a frying pan to the table and served everyone their fried eggs, "I always knew you'd end up working in comic books, honey. You've had your nose buried in those things since before you could read."

Miley grinned, reaching for a piece of toast, "You don't have any pictures, do you Olivia? I'd love to have one of baby Charlie reading Spider-Man."

"Please," Charlie groaned, "can we not bust out the baby pictures, for once?"

"I agree," John said, hoarding the bacon.

"Later," Olivia promised Miley with a wink.

Miley smiled and began eating her breakfast. She knew Charlie took the seemingly mundane moments with his family for granted, but she did not. Miley cherished them. Her mother and father had been divorced since she was a little girl, so she experienced few family moments while growing up. Miley considered her mother an evil witch, and while she loved her father dearly he wasn't what she called a hands-on parent.

"Even if this comic business does work out," John started, "I hope you plan on finishing college. There's nothing more important to your future than getting a degree."

"I will, dad," Charlie promised. "I really want my English degree. It's just one year, no matter what happens with Marvel."

"How's school going for you?" Olivia asked Miley, veering the subject away from a lecture.

"I've got a really awesome Ethics professor," Miley replied, picking at the crust around her toast, "but I swear I'm going to fail Statistics. I mean, do I really need to know complex mathematical equations to start a fashion line? I don't think so."

"Can't you help her, Charlie?" Olivia suggested. "You were always good at math."

"Oh, he does," Miley assured. "I just space-out during the tests, you know?"

"Don't worry mom," Charlie reached for his juice. "It's not as bad as she makes out. Miley is carrying a 'C' so far."

"C's get degrees," John noted.

=====

After breakfast, when Charlie and John migrated to the living room to watch professional wrestling, Miley lingered in the kitchen to help Olivia with the dishes. She had a towel in her hand and was drying plates and glasses before putting them away.

"Thank you for breakfast," Miley said, "it was really great."

"Of course, sweetheart," Olivia smiled. "It was no big deal. You and Charlie are welcome any time."

"I think Charlie misses your cooking," Miley mused. "I pretty much burn anything I touch."

"Didn't your mother teach you how to do any cooking?" Olivia asked.

Miley laughed at that, amused by the image of her mother in the kitchen, though her expression quickly sobered. "We had a maid who did all the cooking when I was growing up. My mother wouldn't know the difference between a spatula and a crock-pot."

Olivia glanced at her future daughter and noticed something was the matter, "What's wrong, Miley? You look bothered."

Miley shook her head, "It's nothing. Just... well, my mother."

"What happened?" Olivia looked concerned. She knew how strained Miley's relationship was with her mom.

"She showed up out of nowhere the other night," Miley explained, placing a dry glass in the cupboard. "I hadn't seen her in forever, but she tried appearing all concerned about me as though no time had passed. I pretty much slammed the door in her face."

Olivia frowned, sad for Miley that she didn't have a better relationship with Victoria.

Miley continued, "And then yesterday, when I was at school, she sprung on Charlie. She... she offered Charlie five-hundred thousand dollars to leave me. I mean, can you believe her?"

A shattering sound filled the kitchen after Olivia dropped a glass she was holding into the sink.

"Oh!" Olivia recomposed herself, "Oh my..."

"Are you okay?" Miley looked worried.

"I'm fine," Olivia assured her. "I'm sorry, you just startled me. Five-hundred thousand? Why would she do such a thing? Does she really disapprove of Charlie that much?"

"My mother is a total head-case," Miley remarked dryly. She began to carefully pick some of the bigger pieces of glass out of the sink while Olivia fetched a trash bin. "To her, nothing is more important than money. She thinks I need to hook up with some rich guy in order for my life to be a success, as if I'm incapable of making it on my own."

"But still," Olivia moved to help Miley clean the glass, "how could she do such a thing? To offer money? It's... it's horrible. Doesn't she understand how much you and Charlie care for one another?"

Miley snorted, "That's my mom for you. She doesn't really have any regard for things like, you know, other people's feelings."

Olivia stopped what she was doing and gave Miley a sympathetic expression, "Oh Miley, I'm so sorry."

Miley tried to shrug it off like it didn't bother her, "It's not your fault."

Olivia saw right through Miley's ruse and could see how much it affected her, "You know, I remember the first time I met you. I think of it often."

Miley closed a cupboard door, "You do?"

Olivia nodded with a smile, "I'll never forget it. I came home from work to find you and Charlie up in his room. I wondered who the beautiful girl was with my son."

Miley remembered the day well and smiled fondly at the memory.

"Charlie told me the two of you were working on your Biology homework," Olivia recalled. "Though, of course, I knew better."

Miley's cheeks colored with blush as she smiled.

"I wasn't mad; I understood. It was the first time Charlie had ever brought a girl home," Olivia continued. "Charlie never was very good with girls. He was very introverted back then, and lacked confidence like so many teenage boys do. After that day, however, everything changed with him. It's like he transformed into a completely different person in a matter of days. You were like a tsunami in his life, Miley. You crashed over everything so quickly, and afterwards you were the center of his world. Everything he did, and every decision he made, was influenced by his devotion to you. And you make him so happy."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 25



Miley swallowed down some tears as she listened, wiping at her cheek.

"I will always love you for giving my son so much happiness. Whenever you feel like you need a mother, I will always be here for you."

Miley couldn't fight the tears back anymore and they began streaming down her cheeks. She quickly shot forward for a hug, "Oh Olivia, I love you too."

=====

Brian was walking on air after returning home from Stacy's house. His parents weren't in, so he set about making himself a sandwich for lunch. He was practically dancing as he moved about the kitchen, humming a corny love song he heard on the radio while driving home. Stacy and he were back together! It at all happened so suddenly that Brian hadn't had much time to even think about it, but he knew it was right. It felt right. So much had happened between them before, especially with Stacy's pregnancy, that Brian felt like they never had a chance. But now things were back to normal. Their relationship would work this time, he sensed, and he was ready to give it his all.

Just as Brian was sitting down to his lunch, the doorbell rang and interrupted his thoughts. He assumed it was a neighbor or someone for his parents, so Brian was caught unprepared when he opened the door and saw Samantha.

"Hi," Sam greeted with a shy smile. Her brown hair was tied back into a loose ponytail and she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Sam," Brian blinked, "hey. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you. Is this a bad time?"

"Uh, no," Brian shook his head, "it's fine. Come on in. Can I get you something? A soda, or...?"

"I'm okay," Sam answered, following Brian into the house.

"Is something up with the comic? Because Charlie and I are doing great, I think we'll have those issues finished in time."

"It's about us," Sam murmured.

Brian turned, "Um, us? I didn't realize there was an 'us'. I mean, you made that pretty clear," he lifted his hands. "Not that I blame you. I was a jerk."

Sam was clearly nervous and unsure how to proceed, so she just blurted it out, "Are you still with that Haley girl?"

"No," Brian was quick to answer. "Definitely not."

Sam seemed like she had been holding her breath when she let out a sigh of relief.

"What's going on, Sam?"

"I've been thinking about you all week," Sam explained. "I wasn't entirely fair with you. I mean, I was mad at you. Really mad, but I'm not sure I had a right to be; it's not like you were cheating on me. Not exactly."

Brian tilted his head, wondering where Sam was going with the conversation.

"It's not like we were an official couple or anything. We weren't exclusive. I was really surprised when you told me about Haley, and jealous, but the truth is that I wasn't your girlfriend. I never even asked if you were seeing other people."

"Yeah, but I was being a jerk -"

"It's okay," Sam interrupted. "I forgive you, Brian. You've always been so nice to me, and you came clean with me about Haley, and I just want to start over..."

Brian swallowed; he knew what was coming next...

"I want to give you another chance," Sam smiled excitedly, "I want to get back together."

=====

As Miley stood in line for a cup of coffee, she looked over towards Charlie. He was about twenty feet away and looking through a collection of trade paperbacks (collected volumes of comic books). After breakfast with his parents, they decided to go shopping and ended up at the local bookstore chain. Miley shook her head fondly as she regarded him, thinking about what Olivia had said about Charlie having his nose buried in comics ever since he was a child. There he stood, in a simple pair of jeans and an X-Men tee shirt, and Miley couldn't help but smile and love him.

A sudden thought assaulted Miley. Perhaps it was because she and Olivia had dug into Charlie's baby pictures again, but Miley wondered what their children would be like. Would they have a boy? Would he be just like his father? Miley laughed quietly, imagining a skinny young boy with a mess of brown hair running around a yard and pretending he's Spider-Man. She imagined him with Charlie, watching superhero cartoons together on Saturday mornings before breakfast at Grandma and Grandpa's.

"What can I get you?"

"Huh?" Miley was startled from her thoughts. "Oh, um, two vanilla cappuccinos."

After paying, Miley carried the two Styrofoam cups towards Charlie. "Hey baby," she greeted, "what'cha reading?"

"The New Avengers." Charlie reached for one of the cups, "Thanks."

"I really had fun this morning," Miley commented while peering at Charlie's comic. "I'm glad we went to your parents for breakfast."

"Sorry about my dad," Charlie frowned. "He still hasn't gotten over me pushing school off for a year."

"He wasn't that bad," Miley noted, lifting her cup for a sip. "And he'll get over it, even if you don't go back to school."

Charlie returned the trade paperback he was looking at on the shelf and glanced at Miley, "You make it sound like I won't."

Miley lifted a shoulder, "What if you don't? What if Captain Darkness is a big success and you don't have time for school because you're an ultra-popular comic book writer?"

Charlie grinned, "You think that'll happen?"

Miley lifted a kiss to his cheek, "I know it will."

The pair wandered together towards an area near the coffee counter where a collection of small tables and comfy chairs awaited. Many other people were lounging about, drinking coffee and reading, when Charlie and Miley sat. Miley let her purse fall off her shoulder and set it on the floor next to them as they settled.

"Charlie, do you ever wonder about what our lives will be like in ten years?"

"In ten years?" Charlie asked after a slurp of his cappuccino.

Miley nodded.

"Sure," Charlie answered, "I think about that stuff all the time."

"Where do you see us?"

Charlie set his coffee down and leaned back in the chair, "We have a house here in Tallahassee. Somewhere in the suburbs, not too far from where we grew up..."

Miley smiled as Charlie crafted his description.

"You'll have a private clothing label," Charlie continued. "You'll sell your clothes online, and they'll be all the rage with high school girls everywhere because everything you design will be really skimpy."

Miley beamed a bright smile at that notion.

"I'll work from home, just like you, writing two monthly Captain Darkness books. They'll have already made a Captain Darkness movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio, and a second one will be in the works."

Miley laughed.

"And we'll have a beautiful daughter," Charlie's tone grew more serious. "She'll look just like her mother, with unbelievable dark curls and blue eyes that light up a room."

Miley bit her lip over a smile.

"Even at ten years old she'll have all the little boys at elementary school wrapped around her finger. She'll be perfect, because she'll have the greatest mom in the whole universe."

"Oh Charlie," Miley laughed back a sob and couldn't help letting a tear escape her eye. "You really think I'll be a good mom?"

"Of course you will," Charlie promised.

Miley dabbed at her cheek with a napkin, "God... look at me. I've been such a wreck these last couple of days. I'm always crying."

"I blame your mom. She really made a mess of things yesterday."

"Yeah," Miley agreed. "We need to do something about her."

"What can we do?"

"We could cash that check of hers," Miley suggested. "Go on a Bahaman cruise."

Charlie smirked, "I tore it up, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Miley pouted and sipped.

"Maybe you should tell Jack," Charlie offered. "He could talk to her? Get her off your back?"

"My dad lost any influence with Victoria the moment their divorce papers were signed," Miley replied. "And I hate to drag him into this. He's been stuck between my mom and me too many times."

Charlie sighed, "I'll do it then."

"Do what?"

"Go talk to her."

Miley shook her head adamantly, "No, Charlie. She'll never listen to you."

"She'll never learn to accept me," Charlie reasoned, "if she doesn't get to know me."

"I don't want her acceptance," Miley stated. "I just want her to stay out of our lives."

Charlie's brows furrowed as he considered that. He had trouble understanding the wedge that was driven between Miley and her mom, since he was so close to his own. He couldn't imagine ever wanting either of his parents out of his life.

"Do you remember Nathan Ross?" Miley asked.

Charlie remembered, "From school?"

"Yeah. When we were fourteen, he was my boyfriend."

Charlie made a sour face, "I don't remember that."

"Don't be jealous," Miley grinned. "We lasted all of two days, I think."

"What happened?" Charlie asked.

"Victoria," Miley answered. "She got a call from school informing her that Nathan and I had been caught skipping class. We had been in the boy's bathroom making-out when a teacher walked in."

Charlie did his best to act cool and not look jealous.

"My mom called Nathan's mom," Miley continued, "and threatened to have her son accused of attempted rape if Nathan didn't stay away from me."

"Jesus," Charlie breathed. "Is it even possible for a fourteen-year old to be charged with rape? I mean, you guys were only kissing, right?"

"That didn't matter," Miley stated sadly. "The accusation alone would have been a disastrous scandal for Nathan's family. They didn't have a lot of money to afford lawyers and stuff. But that's the whole point. Nathan wasn't from money, so as far as my mom was concerned he was like trash. You have no idea what she's capable of, Charlie, when she wants to get her way. The only things she cares about are money, and her social image."

"Well," Charlie tried to lighten the conversation, "I'm pretty sure no one would believe I raped you. Not the way you beg for it."

Miley laughed and almost spit up some of her cappuccino. She lifted a hand to make sure none spilled on her chin, "I can't help it if my fiancé makes me horny whenever I look at him."

"You're looking at me right now," Charlie noted.

Miley whispered, "And I'm horny, too."

Charlie cast a doubting glance her way.

Miley's eyes twinkled. She looked to her left, and then to her right, assuring herself that no one was looking directly at her. She slowly lifted the elastic hem of her track pants and slipped a hand beneath.

Charlie's eyes widened with surprise. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

Miley's hand lingered for just a few moments before she withdrew it. A knowing smile decorated her face as she casually got up and stepped around their small table. She bent to briefly kiss Charlie, but as she did so Miley brushed her fingers underneath Charlie's nostrils.

They smelled of her arousal.

"I'm going to the ladies' room," she whispered seductively into his ear, "to touch myself. I'll meet you there, if you have the balls."

Charlie swallowed as he watched Miley pick up her purse and walk away. She threw him a look over her shoulder, tossing her ponytail, and winked teasingly.

"Fuck," Charlie cursed under his breath.

If Charlie followed her it wouldn't be the first time he and Miley did it in a public bathroom, but this was different from a Miami nightclub. There, people were drunk and doing lines of coke on the sink counters amidst thundering music -- having sex in a toilet stall seemed tame in comparison. This was different This was a family bookstore.

He simply couldn't do it.

At first, Charlie convinced himself that Miley had only been teasing him; she wasn't really going into the bathroom to masturbate. But as the minutes passed and Miley didn't reappear, Charlie began to wonder what she was doing. He pictured her in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet, with her pants around her ankles. He envisioned her hand between her legs and the look of arousal on Miley's face as an orgasm flowed out of her. The thoughts were creating a stir of an erection in his jeans and Charlie had to adjust the way he was sitting in the chair.

Finally, Charlie saw the ladies' room door open as Miley walked out. A stray tendril of hair had escaped her ponytail and Miley brushed it off her forehead as she walked back towards Charlie. Her face was flush and she was moving slowly... languidly.

Miley held out her hand when she reached Charlie, "I can't believe you chickened out."

Charlie slipped his hand into hers, "There are families here!"

Miley nodded, tugging on his hand.

"Where are we going?" Charlie rose.

"You're taking me home," Miley murmured. "I need some cock."

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Olivia stepped out of her car and smoothed at her white blouse. She was feeling intimidated by the large mansion-like residence that was the Ryan residence. It was large enough to fit her house inside of it three times over! But money wasn't everything, she reminded herself. Pushing a hand through her graying brown hair, Olivia moved up the cement walk and rang the doorbell.

It was Victoria who answered the door, "Can I help you?"

Olivia had never met Miley's mother in person and was surprised by how young she was. Olivia had recently turned fifty while Victoria was easily ten years her junior. Olivia could see the resemblance to Miley, however, so she knew exactly who it was that answered the door.

"Hello Mrs. Ryan. My name is Olivia White."

Victoria placed the last name immediately, "You must be Charles' mother."

"I am," Olivia confirmed. "Am I coming at a bad time? I was hoping we could talk."

"What exactly do you want to talk about?" Victoria asked bluntly.

"Our children," Olivia answered.

Victoria kept her expression ambiguous, "Please, come in."

"You have a beautiful home," Olivia commented, looking around as Victoria led her into a sitting room.

"Yes," Victoria agreed snobbishly. "My husband is a very wealthy man. He owns --"

"A vending company," Olivia interjected. "A company he inherited from his father, along with his millions."

Victoria's eyes narrowed as she sat, "Yes."

Olivia smiled disarmingly, "I know your first husband. I met him when my son was in the hospital; Jack came to visit a couple of times."

"We divorced many years ago," Victoria stated coldly.

Olivia nodded, "Yes. I wonder, do you remember when you and Jack were young and in love?"

"Excuse me?" Victoria looked offended by the question.

Olivia didn't back down, "Jack is a self-made millionaire, isn't he? When the two of you were married, he didn't have much money?"

"I didn't invite you into my home to speak about my private history, Mrs. White, or the finances of Jack Andrews. You said you wanted to discuss our children."

"And so I do. My son isn't like Bradley Ryan," Olivia said, referring to Victoria's husband. "Charlie didn't inherit millions of dollars from my husband and me. He's more like a young Jack Andrews; a man working hard for his future. He's also in love with a girl, and she is in love with him. Much like you and Jack once were, I suspect."

Victoria's expression hardened, "I think you're forgetting the time I walked in on your son defiling my daughter. She was coated with his perversion! I warned you to keep your son away from my daughter..."

Olivia tilted her gaze, "I think that 'defiling' is a bit harsh, don't you? And you warned me to keep my son away from your house, which he did. As a direct result, it was Miley who came to my house to live for a month. Or maybe you are forgetting that?"

"Do you have a point, Mrs. White?

"I do," Olivia nodded. "My Charlie is in love with your daughter. He would do anything to make her happy and keep her safe from harm. He would leap into the path of anyone or anything that intended to hurt Miley; he would climb mountains to make her smile; and not even five-hundred billion dollars would be enough to buy him away from her." Olivia rose from her seat, "Now tell me, as a mother, isn't that more important for your daughter's well-being than extremes of wealth?"

Victoria seemed deflated by Olivia's words. Her mouth opened to reply, but no sound came out.

Olivia didn't wait for an answer before smiling gently at Victoria and quietly seeing her way out.

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Miley smeared her lips along the soft underside of Charlie's shaft, kneeling between his legs and holding the base of his cock in her hand. She had wasted no time in getting Charlie naked and on the couch as soon as they arrived home from the mall. Miley had no clothes on from the waist down, her slender tan legs were curled beneath her, but she was still wearing Charlie's bulky sweatshirt.

"Look at how hard you are," she said before licking her tongue at the small cleft of his head. "Your cock is like fucking granite, Charlie."

"What do you expect? You were playing with yourself the whole way home and all I could do was watch."

Miley smiled mischievously and ran her grip up and down his lengthy erection, "I know. I'm like a bitch in heat whenever I think about your big cock."

Charlie's eyes lidded when Miley leaned forward and swallowed his head. She sucked on it, like it was a Popsicle, and deftly tickled the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his circumcised cock head. She continued to slowly beat him off while teasing the end of his cock in her mouth, her hand lubricated by the saliva that leaked out between her lips.

"I'm sorry I was such a tease," Miley cooed at him, releasing his erection to let it stand straight up and weave in the air. "I promise I'll get you off really good, okay? But you can't cum until I say so."

Charlie nodded distractedly, looking down at himself and watching his length twitch and sway.

Miley pushed the sleeves of Charlie's sweatshirt up her wrists before taking hold of Charlie once more. Her palms were slick with her spit and glided along his length easily, "Your head is so puffy. Look at your pee slit, Charlie. It's gaping open. It always does that right before your pre-cum starts oozing out."

Charlie was too wrapped up in the pleasure of Miley's hands to look. She was gripping him firmly and jacking him off at an even pace -- not to slowly, but not fast enough to make him cum. He leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, lost in the exquisiteness of it all.

Lowering her face, Miley pressed his member against her cheek and nuzzled against it. "I love your cock," she whispered, "I love holding it and jerking it off."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned when Miley took him back into her mouth. It felt so warm around his sensitive skin, and Miley had a way of swathing his tender underside with her tongue that made his cock jump and pulse between her lips. Miley's head bobbed on the end of his cock for a while, her cheeks collapsing as she created a vacuum seal. When she needed to breathe, she'd spit him out with a gasp and return to pumping Charlie in her hand.

It was hardest on Charlie when Miley let him go entirely. She liked watching his erection slap against his stomach and twitch as though it had a life of its own. She watched him groan in desperation, her hand between her legs. Her fingers danced against her clit.

"Please, Miley," Charlie breathed. "I'm so close."

Miley used her fingertips to lightly grasp Charlie's cock around the ridge of its head. She drew it up so that it pointed right at the ceiling, still masturbating herself, "I can tell. Look at how thick your cock is, Charlie. Jeezus, baby, I've never seen you this much on edge."

Charlie sent his own hand towards his shaft but Miley swatted it away, causing his cock to fall and slap against his stomach again.

"Can you see your balls? They're totally bulging, Charlie. God, I've never seen them so puffy."

"Miley..." Charlie begged.

"Wait," Miley instructed him, clenching her fist on his cock once more. "Hold on, baby. Just hold on, because your orgasm is going to be epic. I promise."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 25



"I don't know if I can," Charlie rasped.

Miley squeezed the base of his shaft, "You're okay, baby. You just need to calm down."

Charlie nodded and concentrated on breathing. He loved what Miley was doing to him, bringing him right to the edge but then backing off. Each time he was close to cumming it was like a fire burned in his cock. It felt amazing, but agonizingly urgent as well.

Miley let go of him and stood, lifting her knees to the couch on either side of Charlie's thighs. She hiked the hem of the sweatshirt she was wearing above her hips and hovered over Charlie's manhood.

Charlie guessed what she was doing. "If you put me inside you I'll cum for sure," he warned.

"You'll be okay," Miley promised. She took hold of his cock once more and aimed it towards her slit, "I'm just gonna stick your head in while I masturbate."

That is exactly what she did. Charlie sucked in a sharp breath when he felt her warm pussy surround the head of his cock, but that's all she took. Miley knelt that way as she started rubbing her clitoris again, circling the pads of her fingers on it roughly.

"Don't cum," Miley told him, seeing the agony of pleasure on Charlie's face. "Hold it back. I know it's hard, baby. My pussy feels so good, doesn't it?"

Charlie nodded and laid his palms against the sides of Miley's thighs, "I want to cum, babe. Make me cum..."

"No, baby," Miley urged him. "I promise I'll get you off. Just be strong for me, okay? I know you can hold it."

Miley, however, didn't hold back. She masturbated her clit violently and began gasping out sharp breaths. Honey leaked from her pussy and dripped down Charlie's shaft. She placed a hand at his shoulder to balance herself just before her orgasm arrived.

"I'm cumming," she announced. "Oh, Charlie... I'm cumming!"

It took every ounce of willpower Charlie had to stave back his own orgasm when he felt Miley's soft labia grip and flutter around his cock head. He could feel the heat of Miley's cunt flowing down the ultra-sensitive skin of his cock in the form of her vaginal fluids.

"Oh my god," Miley recovered slowly, swinging a leg over and leaving Charlie's lap. "Oh fuck..."

"That was like your fifth cum," Charlie noted. "Miley... I'm going to explode if you don't do something soon!"

"You poor baby," Miley settled on the couch next to him, curling her sexy legs beneath her bare butt. She took one look at Charlie's penis and knew the agony he must have been feeling. It literally was pulsing with blood and his skin had a reddish color. His pre-cum flowed from the tip, like lava from a volcano, and her own sticky juices stained his shaft and was matting down his pubic hair.

She scratched her nails down Charlie's underside, "I bet your cum is boiling in those puffy balls. What would it take, Charlie? Three good pumps from my hand to put you over the edge? God damn, baby, you're trembling."

"Miley," Charlie begged with a voice that was at the end of its rope.

Miley gripped him firmly, as tightly as her fingers would clench, and started pumping her hand up and down his entire length with the speed of a piston.

"Cum for me," she told him.

Charlie screamed. A wad of thick pearly fluid flew high into the air, higher than Miley's head, and landed in her hair. Two more heaving ropes of it flew at her face, causing Miley to flinch as the hot liquid splashed against her cheeks. She kept pumping it out and countless beading ropes flew end-over-end to land clingingly onto the Brown University sweatshirt she was wearing.

Charlie was gasping and his torso jerked forward and back as the orgasm took control of his body.

Miley squealed with delight, jacking her hand as fast as she could. Yet more pearly drops scattered in the air between them.

By the time it was over, Miley had lowered her head and was suckling on the head of Charlie's cock to draw out the very last of his semen. He shivered at the sensations of her mouth as she sucked and licked at the tip like it was giving out the nectar.

Charlie moaned with satisfaction, slumping back into the couch.

Her face dripping with cum, Miley moved to kiss him. Her palm held Charlie's cheek and she tasted his lips between hers, licking against his tongue.

"I'm sorry," she whispered against his mouth. "But we got cum all over your sweatshirt."

Charlie let out a quiet laugh.

Miley leaned back and pulled the sweatshirt off over her head, revealing her small breasts. She used it to dab at Charlie's softening shaft, cleaning his cock with the soft cotton material. "You came so good, baby."

"I can't believe how long you had me on edge," Charlie said, still trying to catch his breath.

Miley beamed out a grin, "Want to see how long you can last in my pussy?"

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Jack Andrews sat at a small dining room table within his downtown condominium, examining stock figures on his laptop, when a gorgeous blonde moved behind him to slide a hand over his bare chest.

"I swear, you are married to that computer of yours," she said, taking a sip from the glass of wine in her other hand.

Jack clasped the girl's wrist and turned to give her a kiss over his shoulder, "I'm just checking the west coast closings, and then I'll be all yours again."

The girl was wearing one of Jack's long-sleeved button shirts, the sexy length of her tanned legs exposed. She kissed him one more time before leaving him to his business. "This is a great place," she commented, wandering about the carpeted condo in bare feet.

"It was only going to be temporary," Jack explained. "I picked it up a year and a half ago when my daughter had a falling out with my ex-wife. She needed a place to stay here in Tallahassee. I fell in love with the view and been here ever since."

The girl found a set of shelves with several framed photographs resting on them. She picked one of them up and was stunned by the image of a young girl standing next to Jack, "I-is this your daughter?"

Jack turned to look at the picture Haley showed him, "Yeah, her name is Miley."

PART 2 -- Parents & Children

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Charlie awoke in bed Monday morning and yawned before pushing his hands into the air to stretch his arms and torso. Miley's spot in bed beside him was empty so he assumed she was already awake, "Miley?"

Miley's voice came from the hallway, "I'm in the bathroom, baby."

Charlie appeared behind Miley in the bathroom mirror a few moments later. She grinned at his messy shock of hair and droopy eyes. She was wearing a short red cloth skirt that did little to conceal her trim legs. A white blouse clung to her torso and only had the middle button fastened, exposing the majority of her stomach and mid-riff. It was a sheer thing and her black bra was visible beneath the thin material of the blouse. Miley's hair fell radiantly in the form of curled ringlets.

Charlie wiped some sleep from his eye, "What's up, have you got a date tonight? You look great."

"I wanted to look nice for my Ethic's professor," Miley said blandly as she studied the mirror and pushed a safety pin through her eyelashes. "I'm sleeping with him."

Charlie snorted and turned towards the toilet.

Miley licked her lips at the reflection of Charlie's naked ass when he pulled his boxers down to pee, "I wish I had time for a quickie, baby. Damn. But Stacy'll be here to pick me up for school in a couple of minutes."

"That's okay. You practically wore me out this weekend. But seriously, what's with looking so hot?"

Miley beamed, "My daddy's taking me out to lunch after my classes. I wanted to look nice."

"Oh, cool." Charlie shook after he was finished relieving himself and pulled his boxers back up, "Say hi to him for me, would you?"

"Do you want to come with?" Miley offered.

"I'd love to, but I can't. Sam's coming over today to meet with Brian and me. She needs to look over our stuff; I guess Marvel wants a status report before they make their final publishing commitment."

Miley cast a hint of glitter on her temples, "I hope that isn't too awkward now that Brian is back together with Stace."

"Me too," Charlie agreed. "My plan is to try and keep the conversation limited to business."

"Good idea," Miley agreed before her phone buzzed on the bathroom counter with an incoming text. "That's Stace, she's waiting outside." She lifted a kiss to Charlie's cheek, "I'll see you tonight. Love you!"

"Love you too," Charlie smiled as he watched Miley trot out the door in her heels.

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Charlie had time for a shower before Brian arrived. He decided to wear a decent shirt since Sam was coming over. It was black, and Charlie left the top two buttons undone to expose a blue tee beneath. A pair of name-brand jeans adorned his slender legs.

Once Brian arrived, he quickly fetched a cup of coffee and began pacing in the living room.

"What's with you this morning?" Charlie asked. He was printing his Captain Darkness scripts in the make-shift office he and Brian had fashioned from the apartment's dining area. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor."

"We've got a problem," Brian replied.

Charlie made a worried expression, "What do you mean 'we' have a problem?"

Brian stopped pacing to face Charlie, "Sam came over on Saturday."

Charlie lifted his palms, "So?" but then his mind began to follow the possibilities, "Waitaminute. Tell me you didn't sleep with her..."

"Dude. Of course not."

"Then what's the problem?"

Brian exhaled, "Sam wants to get back together with me."

Charlie did his best to contain his laughter, but a smile cracked out between his pushed-together lips. The path of Brian's romantic life amused him. Either Brian didn't have any women, or too many.

Brian squinted, "It's not funny!"

"I'm sorry," Charlie chuckled. "But seriously, I thought you and Stacy were getting back together?"

"We are back together," Brian fretted, "But I couldn't tell Sam that!"

Charlie returned to worrying, "Why the hell not? Brian, have you already forgotten how it worked out the last time you were seeing two girls at once?"

"I haven't forgotten! I told Sam that I needed some time, you know? To stall her."

"Stall her? Why would you stall her?"

Brian waved his arms, "The comic book, dude! We need her contacts at Marvel to close this Captain Darkness deal. What if the only reason Sam stuck around is because she thinks she's got a shot at getting back together with me?"

Charlie considered, "So you think if she finds out about Stacy and you, she'll just walk away from our project?"

"I don't know," Brian admitted. "But dude, do you think our comic is worth risking?"

"This is a bad idea," Charlie advised. "If Sam finds out about Stacy, that you've been lying to her, it'll be twice as bad. Sam's our friend; you should be straight with her. And if Stacy finds out you've been stringing Sam along? She'll kill you, and then she'll break up with you."

"Can I be straight with her AFTER this meeting? I don't want to fuck this deal up for us."

Charlie sighed, "Look, Brian... you're my best friend. I love you, man. But sometimes you're such an idiot! Sam is a person, a really great person, and Stacy is family to us. These are people, with feelings. You can't put a stupid comic book ahead of that. You can't manipulate them just so we can get a publishing deal. You're not seeing this clearly!"

Brian flopped back onto the couch, "Shit."

"Seriously, you've got to talk to Sam. Tell her the truth."

Brian nodded, "You're right... you're right."

"I'll get out of here," Charlie told him.

"What? Wait, Charlie, you can't leave..."

"You two need to talk," Charlie said, grabbing his jacket. "I'd just get in the way. It's cool; I'll go to the mall for a while. Call me later."

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Miley peeked over the rim of her menu, "Okay dad, what's going on?"

Jack looked up from his own menu, "What do you mean?"

"You've had, like, this stupid half-smile imprinted on your face ever since you picked me up at school." Miley gave him an inquisitive look, "Did you get laid last night, or something?"

Jack laughed, "I never could hide anything from you, sweetheart."

Miley rolled her eyes before returning them to the menu, "Find a new wannabe-actress model to amuse yourself with?"

"Actually," Jack closed his menu and set it aside, "she works for a jeweler."

Miley glanced up, "Yeah?"

"I broke a gold cuff-link last week," Jack explained. "I met her when I took it in to get repaired. We had a lot of instant chemistry."

"So romantic," Miley teased. "So, what, you two hit it off? Do you like her?"

"Yeah," Jack nodded and reached for his water. "She's beautiful, fun, and smart. I think I'll keep her around for a while."

Miley smiled and shook her head in amusement, "It's about time. I think the longest relationship you've had since mom was that TV weathergirl you dated for five minutes."

"If you were ever married to your mother," Jack joked, "you'd be scared of long-term relationships too."

Miley's expression fell when Victoria entered the conversation.

"Uh-oh," Jack noticed. "What's wrong?"

Miley shook her head, "It's nothing."

A server arrived just then to take their order. Miley was happy for the distraction since she was reluctant to involve Jack in the recent troubles she was having with her mom. Miley loved her father, and she wanted to protect him from any Victoria-related drama; he'd suffered enough in his life because of her.

"So how are things going with Charlie?" Jack asked after the server left.

"I'm still madly in love with him," Miley tossed her hair like she was the star of a romance movie, "if that's what you mean?"

Jack chuckled, "You two still determined to be married?"

Miley gave her father a look, "Why, you ready to give him your blessing?"

Jack laughed then, "Does it matter?"

"Nope," Miley replied confidently. "He's the one I want."

Jack nodded knowingly, "I understand. You've always had good instincts, Miley. When you're ready to walk down that aisle, I'll be right there beside you."

Miley got a little misty, "I love you, daddy."

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As Charlie left the comic book store clutching a paper-bag of purchases he heard someone call out his name from behind.

"Charlie!" Haley called, striding towards him in a professional-looking pants suit, "hold up!"

"Hey Haley," Charlie turned, slightly surprised to see Haley after what happened between she and Miley. "What's up?"

Haley caught up to him, "I just got off work and saw you... can we talk?"

"Uh..." Charlie shrugged, "Yeah, sure."

"Great," Haley looked relieved. "I'll buy you lunch."

After obtaining a tray of chili fries and chicken fingers at the mall's food court, Charlie settled next to Haley (who got a salad) at a small table. It was after the lunch rush so the area wasn't very crowded. Charlie could see the worry on Haley's face so he knew something was bothering her, but he let her make the first move.

Haley looked like she was preparing her words carefully, "Do you know if Miley is close with her father?"

Charlie was expecting a question about Brian so was caught unprepared. "Um..." he considered, "sort of?"

Haley lifted her eyebrows at him, expecting more.

Charlie dipped a chicken finger into a little packet of sauce, "Miley loves him, and he her, but they don't spend a lot of time together or anything. From what I can tell Jack has always been pretty liberal with Miley and let her do her own thing. She gets good grades and he pays the bills without a lot of questions asked."

Haley nodded, squinting in thought.

"Why do you ask?" Charlie wondered.

Haley shook her head, "No reason, just curious."

Charlie snorted, "C'mon, Haley. You expect me to believe that?"

Haley gave Charlie a worried look.

"Do you know Jack?" Charlie guessed, "Is something wrong?"

Haley nodded, "I know him," but remained reluctant to say anything more.

"Haley," Charlie's tone grew grave, "Miley is meeting her father today for lunch. If there's something wrong... something I should know about..."

"We're dating," Haley blurted, "Okay?"

Charlie blinked, "What?"

"Jack and I," Haley clarified. "We've been dating."

Charlie stared at her in disbelief, "You've got to be kidding me."

Haley shook her head. She hadn't touched her salad.

"Why? How? Is this some sick scheme to get back at Miley for hitting you at the movie theater?"

"No!" Haley replied resolutely, "It has nothing to do with that, Charlie. I swear. I didn't even know Jack was Miley's father when we first met. He just came into the jewelry store one night; we started flirting and hit it off. That's all."

"You were hitting on a guy twice your age?" Charlie asked with disbelief.

"He's only forty, Charlie. I'm twenty-five. We're both adults. And have you seen Miley's father? The man is hot, okay?"

Charlie couldn't argue with that; Jack could easily pass for a man in his early-thirties, "When did you find out about Miley?"

"This past weekend. I saw a picture in Jack's condo of him and Miley."

"Does he know you and Miley are friends?"

"We WERE friends. That ended when she nearly broke my nose. But no, I didn't say anything."

"Well, you have to break it off," Charlie told her.

"What?" Haley glared, "Why? I like him, Charlie. I like him a lot."

"That's great, Haley. But you were recently sleeping with one of his daughter's best friends. For that matter, you've made out with Miley more than once!" Charlie tilted his head, "Don't you think that'll be a little weird at holidays?"

"You can't tell her," Haley looked desperate. "Please don't say anything to Miley."

"Are you crazy? I'm not going to start keeping secrets from Miley."

"Please!" Haley begged. "I really like him, and I think he likes me. Please don't ruin this, Charlie. He's the first guy I've ever been with that doesn't treat me like an object."

Charlie looked sympathetic. He actually understood what Haley was saying; Miley used to feel the same way when she and Charlie started dating. "Haley... they'll find out eventually."

"I know," Haley nodded. "But can't you at least give us some time to get to know one another? All I want is a chance to be in a real relationship, with a really nice guy. If a bunch of drama blows up now he'll just dump me before we've even had a chance to build something meaningful."

Charlie wanted to help Haley, he really did. Despite everything that happened Charlie liked Haley. He felt like she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time when she was with Brian, but Charlie didn't think she was a bad person because of it. He wasn't keen on her kissing Miley, either, but that turned out to be harmless.

"Either you or Jack have to tell Miley about this," Charlie finally said. "Or I will. I'll try to give you a couple of days, but if Miley asks me a direct question I won't lie to her."

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Miley entered her apartment, after her father dropped her off, and dropped her keys on a door-side table. The apartment was quiet so she was startled when she noticed Brian sitting on the couch.

"Brian!" Miley's hand went to her heart, "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me."

"Hey Miley," Brian said, some papers in his hands. "Sorry."

Miley set her purse down, "Where's Charlie?"

Brian lifted a deflated shoulder, "At the mall, I guess."

Miley gave him a concerned look and approached, "What's going on?"

Brian exhaled, "Charlie left to give Sam and me some space to talk."

Miley sat down next to Brian and rubbed a hand at his back, "Talk about what?"

"She wanted to get back together," Brian explained. "And I had to figure out a way to tell her about Stacy and me without totally crushing her."

Miley winced, "How'd you do?"

Brian looked up from his lap, "Not very good. She left in tears and told me she never wanted to see me again."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 25



Miley's eyes filled with sympathy, "Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry. She must have really been crushing on you, huh?"

"I feel terrible," Brian lamented. "I fucked everything up, Miley. And Sam took the brunt of it. She moved here for me, and I treated her like shit. I cheated on her, lied to her, and dumped her; all in record time."

Miley bit her lip as she listened.

Brian looked at Miley with lost eyes, "After all that, do you know what she did?"

Miley shook her head.

Brian dropped the papers in his hand onto the coffee table, "She got Charlie and me a publishing contract at Marvel."

Miley's eyes widened when she looked down at the contract papers.

"She could have walked away, or done a lot worse, and I wouldn't have blamed her. That's what any reasonable person would have done. But she followed through, and got us the deal. She must be the kindest person I've ever met, Miley, and I hurt her so badly that she can't even stand to look at me... what kind of person am I?"

Miley pulled Brian's head to her shoulder and hugged him, "You made a mistake, that's all."

"You don't think I'm a total creep?"

"Of course not," Miley murmured, caressing Brian's back with her palm. "None of us are perfect, honey. We all hurt the ones we love, eventually. You just have to learn from it and do better next time."

Brian slipped his arms around Miley and gave her a squeeze, "You know... you're impossible sometimes, but I love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to Charlie and me."

Miley smiled and pressed her cheek against the top of Brian's head, "I love you too. If you ever need anything, you know I'm always here for you, don't you?"

Brian nodded and squeezed her once more before rising, "I've already signed the contract. Tell Charlie all he has to do is sign and fax it to the number at the bottom. After that, we just need to finish the first six issues by December Marvel will publish us."

Miley looked down at the contract once more, "Your comic is going to be great, Brian. I'm so proud of you guys."

Brian opened the door, "Thanks again, Miley. For always being there."

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Charlie wasn't sure what he was going to do. On one hand, he sympathized with Haley. But on the other hand, he didn't like keeping secrets from Miley; one of the strengths of their relationship was how honest they had always been with one another. Charlie hated being in the middle of it. How was it even possible that Haley was dating Jack? Coincidences like that only happened in television soaps. Charlie thought about the situation all the way home from the mall, but his mind still wasn't made up when he returned to the apartment.

"Miley?" Charlie called as he walked through the door. The apartment was quiet, though a light shone in the hallway from the bedroom.

Miley's voice came from that direction, "I'm in here."

Charlie dropped his keys, kicked off his sneakers, and walked towards the bedroom.

"I have had the strangest day -" Charlie started, but froze in the doorway when he saw Miley.

She was lying atop the bed waiting for him. Her legs were clad in sheer black stockings with lacy garter straps that rode up her thighs and hips, connected to a black baby doll nightie that hugged Miley's frame and pushed her small breasts up in the sexiest way. Her panties matched; they were lacy things that did little to conceal anything.

"Wow," Charlie exhaled. "Uh... what's up?"

Miley smiled teasingly and waved a sheaf of papers in her hand, "Do you know what this is?"

Charlie shook his head slowly, still in rapture over how phenomenally sexy Miley looked.

"It's the contract from Marvel Comics. Evidently they loved the drafts Sam sent them."

A bright smile lit up Charlie's face, "Seriously?"

"Mm-hm," Miley offered seductively. "All you have to do is sign and fax them."

"So uh... what's with the lingerie?"

"Well, I've never fucked a published comic book writer before," Miley licked her lips before adding, "but I've always wanted to."

Charlie laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt on the way to the bed.

Miley sat up and set the contract on the bedside table, "Congratulations, baby. I'm so proud of you."

"You are the best girlfriend," Charlie said as he sat on the bed. "God damn you look sexy. You belong on the cover of a magazine, you know that?"

Miley beamed, "You're so sweet." She helped peel the shirt off Charlie's arms as he sat, "You know, I think we should go out to dinner and celebrate. But first, I want to fool around."

Charlie grinned at her over his shoulder and pushed his pants off, "I like that idea."

Miley knelt on the bed behind Charlie and looked over his shoulder as she reached around to take hold of his hardening cock. "I'm going to take good care of you," she whispered into his ear, "because you're my man and it's my job to make sure your balls are empty of cum."

Charlie leaned back and enjoyed the ecstasy of Miley's hand pumping his erection to life, "You're really good at your job."

"I just love your cum." Miley nibbled at Charlie's earlobe, "I love it when you shoot it all over me, all over my face and body. I really like it when you shoot it in my pussy, too. It usually oozes out and drips down my thighs."

"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned in a whispered tone, quickly growing aroused at Miley's dirty talk. It didn't hurt that she was speedily jerking him off, as well.

"Am I naughty, Charlie? Am I naughty because I love to be filled and decorated with my man's cum? Whenever I masturbate I always think about your goo dripping off my body in big globs. I picture myself scooping it up by the handful and smearing it between my legs, rubbing it into my hot pussy."

"Oh my god," Charlie grunted. She had him close to orgasm in record time! "Miley..."

Miley wrapped her free arm around Charlie's torso firmly, her palm splaying against his hairless chest. She masturbated him with fervor and said the most arousing things she could think of, "You fucking love it, don't you? You love what a cum-addicted slut of a girlfriend you have. Show me, baby. Show me how hot I make you. I want to see your cum shoot out of that big cock. Imagine my naked body laid out with a dozen other sticky loads coating my body, and yours is just going to make me that much messier..." 

Charlie gasped and his semen shot high into the air.

"Fuck yes," Miley hissed into his ear. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for your woman."

"Uhn," Charlie continued to grunt as his cum flowed out from the tip of his cock, spilling out in thick globs all over Miley's pumping hand.

"Look at it all," Miley marveled. "Your stuff is really thick tonight."

Charlie was seeing stars, "Jeezus. I can't believe you made me cum so fast."

Miley squeezed Charlie from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head, drawing out the last of his orgasm. It dripped down the side of his throbbing member, "I love watching you cum. I wanted to see it squirt out before we fucked."

"I... I just need a minute," Charlie breathed.

Miley nodded against his shoulder. She was still playing with his softening cock and smearing his semen over its entire length, "I'm coating your cock with your cum, that way when you fuck me you'll be fucking your sperm into me right away. I like thinking about your little seeds swimming around in my pussy, looking for my egg."

The topic of pregnancy was a staple of Miley's dirty talk, but Charlie had noticed that Miley had been going to it more and more. Not only that, but the topic of children kept coming up outside of their sex lives as well. Charlie knew Miley wanted to be a mother eventually, but it was becoming clear that 'eventually' was sooner than he anticipated.

"You want to be pregnant, don't you?" Charlie nuzzled his cheek against Miley as she slickened his cock with his own orgasm.

Miley chewed on her lip, slightly worried by what Charlie as thinking. She decided to trust her instincts and be completely honest with him, "Yes."

"It's not just dirty talk for you," Charlie guessed, "is it?"

Miley gave a little shake of her head, "No."

"It turns you on," Charlie knew, "but it's more than that for you, isn't it?"

"Yes," Miley admitted. "I want to be a mommy, Charlie. I've always known I would have children someday, and ever since you and I started going out I knew you would be their father. I love you, and I want to give you a baby so badly."

Charlie's cock twitched in Miley's grip. He never fully softened and her delicate hand had been stroking his erection back to life.

"Do you want to give me babies?" she whispered.

Charlie's mind raced. What had always been dirty talk between them had suddenly grown very serious. His mind traveled down a dozen potential futures.

Miley crawled around Charlie and swung a leg over his lap. She faced and straddled him where he sat on the edge of the bed, "Do you think I should go off the pill?"

"I don't know. What about school, and marriage, and...?"

"There's never a right time," Miley said. "Everything else will work itself out. I'm asking you if you want to make me a mommy. Do you want that? Do you want to make me pregnant?"

Charlie wasn't sure how to respond. He knew he wanted children eventually, but he always had thought it would happen much later in his life. But at the same time, there was a primal instinct within him that surfaced whenever he and Miley made love, one that screamed at him to impregnate her.

Charlie decided the best thing would be to ignore his brain and searched his heart.

"Yes," is the answer that arrived. "I love you, Miley, and if that's what you want then I want it too."

Miley leaned forward and kissed him with soft gentle lips. Between them, she clasped Charlie's erection like she had done so many times in the past and guided it towards the slit between her legs. "Pull my panties aside," she instructed.

Hooking his fingers on the thin material of Miley's lacy panties, Charlie tugged the hem aside and away from her opening. She lowered herself, slowly, until his newly-erect cock penetrated her entrance. Charlie was still sensitive from his recent orgasm and the walls of Miley's pussy made his skin tingle.

"I'll stop taking my birth control pills," Miley moaned softly as she felt the invasion fill her channel, "You can make love to me every night, pumping me full of your seed. Do you want that Charlie?"

Wincing against the hot pleasure surrounding his shaft, Charlie nodded.

"I'll lie back," Miley described, "with my ankles in the air and you can mount me every night. You can push your cock deep into me, into my womb, and fill me with your cum until you make me pregnant."

"I want that," Charlie admitted with a whisper, "I do. I want to have a baby, Miley. I want you to be a mommy."

"Me too," Miley whispered. "I want you to brand my body with your child. I know it sounds crazy, Charlie, but I want the whole world to know that your love is growing inside me."

Miley tugged on her tight nightie, pulling down the hem of her bust until her little breasts popped free and hung out over it. She curled a hand around the back of Charlie's head and encouraged his mouth towards them until his lips found one of her nipples. Her back arched and her hips rolled on Charlie's cock, pushing it deeper, "I want my tummy to be bulging with your child, and I want to feel my tits when they're swollen and leaky with milk."

Her words were intoxicating to Charlie and he sucked hard at the end of her breast. He could feel her hand pushing against the back of his head and her nipple stiffen against his tongue.

"Will you drink my milk, Charlie? Will you suck on my tits and relieve the pressure before our baby is born?"

Charlie made it clear that he would by sucking even harder, nibbling his teeth into her breast-flesh.

Miley gasped at the erotic pleasure of it all. She had lowered herself to the base of his cock and felt stuffed full of his love, "When I'm eight months pregnant I'll be fat with your baby, my tits will be leaking, but I'll still want to fuck you. You'll have to spoon me, or fuck me doggy, but I'll still want your cock inside me. You can rub your hands all over my mommy-tummy while you fill my cunt with your cock."

Charlie gasped with arousal, causing Miley's breast to fall out of his mouth.

"Tell me you want it Charlie," Miley breathed, "say it..."

"I want to make you pregnant," Charlie said.

"Say it!" Miley repeated.

"I want to fuck a baby into you," Charlie said louder. "I want to make you a mommy!"

Miley shuddered. Charlie could feel her legs clamp against the outside of his thighs, the material of her stockings rubbing against his skin.

"I want to squeeze your boobs," Charlie continued, "and watch as the milk leaks out."

Miley gasped around her words, "Oh god...!"

"I want to slide my cock between your milky tits and cum all over your round tummy."

Miley lost it. Her orgasm ripped through her body with the power of a storm. She tossed her head back and gasped out several screams. Charlie clamped his hands at the small of her back to prevent her from falling off. He could feel every quiver, every flutter of her thighs. She kept cumming and cumming around his shaft, undecipherable sounds emanating from her throat.

When Charlie's orgasm came it was in the midst of hers. It was far less potent, due to his recent ejaculation, and simply flowed out of his cock and into her depths without a lot of fanfare. It was a sublime and deeply pleasurable experience.

Miley collapsed into Charlie's lap when it was all over, her arms weakly wrapping around him. Her nuzzling face found the crook between his neck and shoulder. "Charlie...?" she whispered.

Charlie held her close and tight, "Yeah?"

"Let's make a baby."

"You really mean it," Charlie knew, "don't you?"

"Yes," Miley whispered softly. "Make me a mommy."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 26



PART 1 -- Knocked-up

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Miley stood in the bathroom staring at the pill container in her hands. She recalled when she first started birth control, right after she and Charlie began dating. Their sex life went from zero to sixty in record time and Miley remembered fearing the prospect of becoming pregnant in high school. Back then, when she fantasized about becoming a mother, Miley imagined being married to a rich and successful guy. She had expected to be living in a big house with a white picket fence and everything else that represented the 'American Dream' before thinking of children.

But as time passed those things meant less and less. She had Charlie; he was all Miley needed.

She and Charlie had initially agreed to wait before getting married, presumably until after college, though Miley knew better. Charlie said he wanted to wait for her father's blessing, but Miley thought he was being too old-fashioned. The truth was the two of them could marry whenever they wanted. A few hours at the county courthouse may not have been a high school fantasy made true, but that's all it took to apply for a marriage license and stand before a judge.

The issue of marriage wasn't standing in the way of having a baby, Miley knew.

Money was a potential problem. She and Charlie lived comfortably in the near-campus apartment her father paid for, but if they had a baby Miley would want to raise it in a better environment. Charlie had recently signed a publishing deal with Marvel Comics that could potentially become very lucrative, but there were no promises that the deal would pay enough for them to start a family on their own. It all depended on how well Brian and Charlie's comic book sold. But even if that fell through, Miley was confident her father would step up. Jack would probably make Charlie start working for him, but Miley knew she could count on dad to provide his baby girl with whatever she needed.

Money wasn't a big enough reason to deter Miley either.

Her decision made, she opened one of the plastic dispensers on her pill container. Miley held the birth-control pill between thumb and forefinger, regarding it for a moment before dropping it into the toilet. She repeated the act until her container was empty. Miley wanted a family with the man she loved; she saw no reason to wait any longer.

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"What is taking Miley so long?" Brian complained. "I have to take a piss."

"You shouldn't drink so much coffee," Charlie commented distractedly as he looked over Brian's artwork for the second issue of 'Captain Darkness'. The two boys worked together at Charlie and Miley's apartment every weekday, trying to finish a six-issue deadline by December. It was October, and their first two issues were nearly finished.

"Whatever, dude. Miley should be at school, not tying up your bathroom all morning. When did she start skipping classes, anyway?"

"Cut her some slack, Miley's been going through a lot lately. Her mom went all psychotic on us and we're going through some personal stuff."

Brian glanced, "Personal stuff? Is everything all right between you two?"

"Yeah," Charlie assured him. He didn't want to tell Brian about his and Miley's baby discussion until there was more to tell, "It's no big deal."

The bathroom door opened before Brian could press for more details, "Finally!"

Miley watched Brian hurry past her; she looked to Charlie, "You taught him not to pee on the seat, right?"

"Don't worry," Charlie joked, "he's house-trained."

Miley padded towards Charlie and crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I didn't take my birth-control pill this morning."

Charlie exhaled slowly, "So we're really going through with this, huh?"

"If you're having second thoughts...?"

"No," Charlie shook his head. "It's just kind of a big deal, you know? I'm nervous, but excited too."

Miley understood completely, "Yeah, I feel the same way. But Charlie, I want you to be sure."

"I am," Charlie promised. "So, uh, how long before you're... you know, ready?"

Miley shrugged, "I dunno. As soon as I start ovulating, I suppose. I didn't really pay too much attention during our high school Health class."

Charlie grinned, "And here I thought human sexuality was your specialty."

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Stacy's favorite song was playing on the radio as she drove home from campus. She had the volume cranked up and was singing along, tapping her hands on the steering wheel as she pulled into her parent's driveway. It wasn't until Stacy turned the key off and climbed out of the car that she noticed someone sitting on the front step.

"Sam? Is that you?"

Sam was sitting on the front steps with her face buried in her palms. She lifted her tear-filled gaze when Stacy approached and offered a feeble greeting, "Hi."

"Um..." Stacy was at a loss, "what's going on, Sam? Why are you sitting on my porch crying?"

"I'm sorry," Sam sobbed. "I didn't know who else to talk to."

"Okay?" Stacy hesitantly set her bag down and sat next to Sam, "Care to tell me why you're so upset?"

Sam glanced aside with a sniffle and wiped her nose with the back of a hand, "I can see why Brian chose you over me."

Stacy hid her wince. She hardly knew Sam. In fact, the closest thing they'd ever had to a conversation with each other was when Stacy punched her in Miami. She had no idea why Sam would show up wanting to talk about Brian. Didn't Sam have any other friends?

"You're so beautiful," Sam continued. "And you've got a body like a magazine cover."

"Thanks," Stacy offered. "But, um, I really don't think it was a beauty contest or anything. Brian and I have known each other for a long time; we have a lot of history... you were up against all that."

Sam shyly wiped at the tears on her cheek, "Yeah, he told me about your pregnancy and stuff. Was it hard to make your decision? About the abortion, I mean?"

Stacy's eyes widened at the blunt question, "Wow. Um, look Sam, no offense or anything... but I barely know you and that's really personal."

"I'm sorry," Sam kept wiping her cheeks but more tears kept falling. "I don't even know what I'm doing here. I shouldn't have come."

"Listen," Stacy tried, "you're going to be okay. I know how tough it is when you break up with someone you really like, but there are lots of guys out there. I'm sure you're going to find someone who makes you really happy."

"Maybe," Sam cried. "But how many of them will be the father of my child?"

Stacy blinked, "What?"

"I'm pregnant," Sam sobbed. "And Brian's the father."

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Brian bumped Charlie's fist, "I'm outta here; I'm supposed to pick up Stace in an hour for dinner."

"Have fun," Charlie told him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Brian called out, "Bye, Miley!"

Miley's voice came from the bedroom, "Bye, sweetie! Love you! Say hi to Stace!"

Charlie closed the door after Brian and worked the lock. He took a moment to stretch before wandering towards the bedroom. He found Miley sitting at her desk reading a thick magazine.

"Charlie," Miley seemed to sense his nearness, "did you know, according to Cosmo, that the average age of first-time mothers in the United States is twenty-five?"

Charlie joked, "Oh yeah? What's the average age in India?"

"Be serious, Charlie." Miley looked up from her magazine with worry in her eyes, "I'm only twenty!"

Charlie could only laugh.

"Charlie!" Miley whined. "It isn't funny."

Charlie moved to sit and pat the bed beside him, "Come here."

Miley closed her magazine and got up, "Do you think we're rushing into this?"

Charlie wrapped his arm around Miley's shoulders when she sat next to him, "We're definitely rushing into this."

Miley's brow furrowed, "Why didn't you say something?"

Charlie shrugged, "Because I don't care. We rush into everything. I mean, we'd had sex three times before our first actual date. I told you I loved you about a week after we first hooked up -- also before our first actual date. We got engaged at nineteen..."

"This is different." Miley rested her head on Charlie's shoulder, "We're talking about having children and I've never even had a job."

Charlie squeezed her and kissed the top of Miley's head, "I don't think that's a requirement for being a good mother."

"Do you think we're ready for the responsibility?"

"Well, are you ready for six months of sleepless nights?"

"I'm a light sleeper," Miley answered. "I'll deal."

"Are you ready to change shitty diapers?"

"That's kind of gross, Charlie, but I figured we'd split that duty."

"Can you give up going out on weekends?"

Miley lifted a shoulder, "We usually stay home and watch superhero movies on the weekends, anyway."

"Can you manage school while being a mother?"

"Sure," Miley looked up to Charlie's eyes, "I can study while I breast-feed, right?"

Charlie lifted a hand to cup Miley's cheek, "What do you want for your life?"

Miley squinted, "What do you mean?"

"What's important to you, Miley? Do you want to travel? Do you want a career?"

Miley shook her head, "No, I want you. I want a family. I can always find a career after our children are older and in school. If we travel, I want to travel as a family. I want to do stuff like bring our kids to Disneyland and take them on summer vacations."

"It sounds to me like you're not the average first-time mother."

Miley looked at him curiously.

"The girls who wait until they're twenty-five probably have different priorities," Charlie explained. "Maybe they want a career first. More likely -- they haven't found 'Mr. Right' as early as you have."

Miley beamed a smile.

"If having a family is that important to you, let's do it."

"Is it important to you?" Miley asked.

Charlie considered, "I always thought I'd be older when I started worrying about kids, but that was before you came along. I definitely want a family with you, Miley. I mean, sometimes I worry about providing for us, but I have a really good feeling about this deal with Marvel. I think I can make it as a writer, which would be so awesome. I've always wanted to be a writer, and that's something I can do from home. I'd be able to care for the baby so you could finish school."

"Don't you want to want to finish school, too?"

"Sure," Charlie nodded. "But if writing comics can support us in the meantime, I'm in no hurry. I can always get my English degree and write the great American novel later."

Miley leaned close to kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied easily.

"Are you horny?"

"A little. Why, are you?"

Miley smiled against Charlie's lips, "Do you even have to ask?"

Charlie made it sound like a chore, "I suppose we could..."

Miley's eyes sparkled, "Let's try a baby-making test run!" She hopped up from the bed and began to disrobe.

Charlie laughed, "Miley, I think we know what we're doing when it comes to actually making the baby. It's everything afterwards we might need a little help with."

"Well, we can't get to that stuff until you actually knock me up."

Charlie just shook his head in amusement and lifted his tee.

Miley was naked in record time and eagerly crawled back onto the bed. She situated herself, lying on her back, and waited for Charlie to get his clothes off.

"If we have a boy," Miley mused, "we should name him after your father. I always liked 'John'. Either that, or 'George'."

Charlie stood on one leg and yanked a sock off, "George?"

Miley nodded, "George is totally a sexy name again, because of George Clooney."

Charlie made a sour face as he joined Miley and knelt on the bed, "We're not picking a name because it's sexy, and we're definitely not naming our child after an actor. Besides, what if we have a girl?"

Miley sat up when she saw Charlie wasn't hard. She casually gripped his penis and began lazily running her fingers along its length, "If it's a girl we should name her something outrageous, like 'Tempest'."

Charlie laughed, "Sounds like a superhero name."

"I know," Miley agreed. "I always hated my real name."

"Millicent?"

Miley shuddered at the sound of it, "It's so... prudish. I always wanted to be an 'Elektra' or something exciting like that."

"Elektra," Charlie tried. "I like that."

Miley beamed, "Yeah?" She looked down at Charlie's hardening shaft and glided her fingertips against it, teasing it with dragging scrapes of her fingernails. "I think you're ready."

Charlie moved towards her as she laid back. Miley lifted her ankles on bent legs and spread them almost clinically, offering Charlie an easy target. He lowered a finger to her sex to see if she was damp enough for penetration.

"That feels good," Miley told him. "Get me wet so you can slide in real deep."

"You do realize it's probably not going to happen tonight, don't you?"

"I know," Miley whimpered as Charlie masturbated her. "I just like it when you fuck me really deep."

Charlie grabbed one of Miley's ankles as he plunged a finger in and out of her slit, "You're going to look so sexy when you're pregnant."

"I'm going to look fat," Miley countered, "with a big round tummy that sticks out to here." She held her hands out above her stomach

"It'll be a cute tummy. By the way, you're soaking wet."

"I know, all this baby talk is turning me on."

Charlie crawled between her legs. Miley watched as he hovered over her, resting his weight on outstretched hands. Her jaw dangled open when she felt his erection press against her entrance and begin to slide in.

"You feel so warm," Charlie whispered, having an easy go of it. There was little resistance and he could push almost the entire length of his cock into her.

Miley laid her hands on Charlie's bare chest, "My pussy has been drooling for your cock all day. My pussy needs your cock, Charlie. To fill it and make it feel good."

Charlie put a hand to Miley's chest, squeezing one of her pancaked breasts. He teased the nipple until it grew erect against his fingertips.

"You know," Miley murmured, "my body will keep producing milk as long as someone keeps feeding, even after the baby has been weaned off. If you kept sucking on my tits I'd keep making milk for you."

That made Charlie's head spin and the pace of his hips increased.

"You could keep feeding on me," Miley told him, "and taking nourishment from my tits; from my body. Would you like that, Charlie? To feed from my breasts? You could suckle on them two, even three times a day, and I could masturbate you while you drank my body into your own."

"Jesus," Charlie rasped, "you're turning me on so much right now."

"My nipples would start getting so swollen and sensitive," Miley continued, "if you nibbled on them you'd probably give me an orgasm every time you fed."

Charlie lowered himself and pressed his weight against Miley's body, taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Miley moaned with pleasure and fed him her tit, gripping it tightly in her hand and pushing it against Charlie's mouth. When he started licking and suckling on her stiff nipple it sent sparks of pleasure through her body, like her breast and vagina were somehow connected by an electrical current. She curled her hand around Charlie's head to encourage him to keep sucking on her, her fingers mingling with his messy brown hair.

"Suck on the other one," Miley whimpered in a begging tone. "Suck on both of my tits... it feels so fucking good."

Charlie alternated to Miley's other breast and drew her flesh into his mouth. He suckled hard and pushed scraping licks of his tongue against her nipple. He could feel her fingers tighten against his scalp and Miley started squirming and moaning beneath him.

"My body belongs to you," Miley said with a husky breath. "My body is yours to take your pleasure with, and to provide you with a child. Claim it, Charlie, claim my body and stuff it full of your baby."

Charlie's mouth popped free of Miley's breast when he gasped in pleasure at her words. His hips were humping rapidly between her legs causing Miley's dangling ankles to bounce against her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back.

"That's it," Miley breathed. "Fuck it into me, Charlie. Fuck me as fast and as hard as you need."

"You've got me so hot," Charlie moaned, "thinking about all that milk leaking out of your nipples."

"I'll be able to feed you," Miley told him in a voice made husky from arousal. "You can drink my milk for breakfast every morning. We'll lay naked in bed and I'll jerk you off while you take my milk, and when you cum I promise I'll swallow every drop. We'll trade fluids, Charlie... your cum for my milk."

"Oh fuck," Charlie grunted. He was humping into Miley rapidly and could feel an orgasm start to boil over at the base of his cock, "That's so fucking kinky."

"Is that what you want, baby?" Her arms tightened about Charlie as Miley talked dirty, "Do you want to feed from mama's titties?"

Charlie was gasping over and over as his semen began the slow rise up his shaft,

Miley simply laid there as Charlie rutted between her thighs, looking up at the ceiling over his shoulder. Everything started spinning so she clamped her eyes shut and lost herself to orgasm. At the edge of her awareness Miley heard loud grunting noises come from Charlie, followed by the heat of his orgasm spilling into her. Her back arched and her mouth hung open with a silent scream at the exquisite sensation of his cum flooding her insides.

Finally Charlie went still, his pleasure deposited properly.

"Stay inside me," Miley whispered, still clinging tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere," Charlie promised. He placed several kisses on Miley's neck and shoulder.

"You did really good, baby. You filled me up with lots of cum."

Charlie chuckled, "It wasn't that hard."

Miley caressed her hand at the back of Charlie's head, "I'm still proud of you. You give your woman so much cum, like a man should."

Charlie nuzzled his face into Miley's shoulder. Miley was still bearing his weight as she felt him relax and his cock was softening inside her, but she continued to hold him.

"I love you," Charlie whispered sleepily.

Miley smiled warmly, caressing him gently.

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The front door of Stacy's house opened just as Brian lifted a fist to knock. He was greeted by a blonde fury.

"You fucking bastard," Stacy growled angrily.

"Whoa," Brian squinted. "What the...?"

"How could you?!?" Stacy glared at him, "Did you not learn anything last summer?"

Brian had no idea why Stacy was so angry, "What are you talking about?"

Stacy folded her arms across her chest, "Sam came over this afternoon."

"Sam? What the hell was she -?"

"She's pregnant!" Stacy barked, "And guess who the father is?"

Brian's expression transitioned from confusion, to shock, and to fear in the span of a second, "W-what? N-no, that's not possible!"

"Spare me! God, Brian, I can't believe you!"

"You and I were broken up!"

Stacy lifted her hands to her head in frustration, "I'm not mad that you slept with her, but how could you be so careless again? Jesus!"

Brian tried to defend himself, "We used protection. We were safe, I swear!"

"Whatever." Stacy threw her silver bracelet at him; the one Brian had given her only days prior, "We're over! I'm not going through another pregnancy drama, I can't."

"Stacy... please!"

The door slammed shut in Brian's face.

PART 2 -- Irony ============

"I'll have the chicken salad with ranch on the side," Haley told the waiter.

"The house steak," Jack ordered when the waiter turned to him. "Medium rare."

"Very good," the waiter inclined his head and collected the menus.

"This place is nice," Haley commented. "I've never been here." Haley had always considered herself a 'bar & grill' type of girl and was enjoying the swanky environs of the restaurant Jack had selected. She looked beautiful in a black cocktail dress.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 26



Jack was wearing his usual suit sans tie, his silk shirt colored bright blue. "It's nice having company," he said. "I usually come here alone."

"Well," Haley smiled. "You haven't been alone in a while. What is this, our fifth date in two weeks? If I didn't know better I'd say you're starting to like me."

"No," Jack joked. "I've simply been hoping to score a discount at your jewelry store. That is... unless you like me?"

"Hmm," Haley pretended to be considering. "I'm starting to come around."

Jack chuckled, "You know, any sixth date with me requires approval."

Haley looked amused, "Oh? Where can I apply for this approval?"

"Have lunch with me this weekend," Jack proposed, "and meet my daughter."

Haley swallowed wrong and let out a cough. She reached for her water, "Miley."

Jack nodded, "I know you're nervous about the whole age thing, but she's going to love you. Miley's a great girl, she's not going to care that you're younger than me as long as we're happy together."

Haley forced a smile, "I can't wait."

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Miley flipped a page, curled on the couch and reading a course book. Charlie had fallen asleep after their bout of lovemaking but Miley wasn't tired. She parked in front of the television and was taking advantage of the quiet time. She was halfway through her reading assignment when a knock fell on the door.

"Hey," Stacy greeted miserably after Miley opened the door. Mascara stained her cheeks.

Miley immediately looked concerned, "Stace? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It's Brian." Stacy's voice quivered as she fought back more tears, "We broke up."

"What?" Miley quickly spread her arms and took in her best friend, "You guys just got back together! What happened?"

Stacy moved with Miley to the couch, "You're not going to believe this, but... Sam's pregnant."

"Oh my god," Miley's surprise was total. "You've got to be kidding me!"

Stacy shook her head and began sobbing. Her head fell to Miley's sweatshirt-clad shoulder.

Miley wrapped Stacy in her arms, "Oh, Stace. I'm so sorry."

"What am I going to do?" Stacy cried.

"It's going to be okay," Miley replied. "Oh my god, poor Brian. Is he -?"

Stacy's head shot up, "Poor Brian?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded with worry-filled eyes. "He must be freaking out, especially after everything that happened this summer with you."

Stacy grew angry, "I can't believe you, Miley. You're defending him? You always do this!"

"I'm not defending anyone," Miley frowned. "But Brian's my friend. I'm worried; this must be horrible for him!"

"If you ask me," Stacy declared, "he has it coming."

"Don't say that Stace, he loves you..."

"I thought I loved him too." Stacy smeared a palm across her cheek, "But now I'm not so sure. How can I be with someone who's so... irresponsible?"

Miley lifted a brow, "You mean like you were?"

Stacy made an offended gasp, "I made a mistake! But evidently Brian wants to poke his babies into any girl that will spread their legs! Why do you do this, Miley? Why do you always take his side? I thought I was your best friend!"

Miley scowled, "You are! I'm not taking sides, Stace, I think you're just being a little hard on --"

"Whatever." Stacy stood, "Clearly Brian means a lot more to you than I ever did."

Miley stood as well, "Maybe that's because he doesn't constantly make me choose between my friends!"

"You can have each other," Stacy spat as she moved to leave. "Just be careful you don't get knocked-up!"

Miley winced as the door slammed shut.

Charlie was woken by the yelling and appeared from the bedroom with squinty eyes, "What's going on? Is Stacy mad that we want to get pregnant?"

Miley couldn't help but let out a weak laugh, "She wasn't talking about us, baby." She turned to look at Charlie, "Evidently Brian and Sam beat us to it."

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"It's like a nightmare," Brian described, sitting on his bed. "Only, I'm wide awake and it keeps happening over and over."

Charlie let out a heavy sigh. He had visited Brian the following morning, worried what kind of state his best friend would be in.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Charlie. Sam hates me for dumping her and getting back together with Stacy. Meanwhile, Stacy hates me for knocking-up Sam... so she dumped me."

Charlie was still trying to sort everything out, "Did you and Sam use -?"

"Protection?" Brian interrupted, "Yeah, of course we did. I was wearing a condom."

"Is there any chance you're not the father?"

Brian shook his head, "She was a virgin."

Charlie sighed again and sat next to Brian on his bed, "This is kind of ironic."

Brian glanced aside, "Ironic?"

Charlie nodded, "Miley and I have decided we want children, we're going to try and have a baby."

Brian rolled his eyes, "You're a fucking idiot."

"I'm serious," Charlie told him. "We're serious, we want kids."

"I'd gladly trade places with you, dude."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Tell Miley I'm sorry," Brian said. "She must be seriously pissed at me."

"Actually, she's worried about you. She and Stacy had a big fight about it last night. Miley stuck up for you."

Brian's brow furrowed, "She did?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Miley loves you, you know. Like family."

"You're so lucky, dude. Miley's like the coolest chick that ever lived."

"Stacy's pretty great too," Charlie reminded.

"Too bad she'll never forgive me."

Charlie patted Brian's back, "Sure she will."

"Thanks, Charlie. For coming over. Do you mind if we take a hiatus for a couple days? I need to sort this mess out with Sam before I can start thinking about comic books again."

"Yeah," Charlie assured him. "And don't worry, everything will work out. It always does."

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Miley growled in frustration, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. Her heels were killing her! Normally she rode to campus with Stacy, but after their fight the night previous Stacy hadn't shown to pick Miley up. Miley's BMW was in the shop for a tune-up and Charlie had taken his car to see Brian, so Miley had walked to school. She had been in heels all day and her feet were throbbing as she walked home.

She hopped on one foot and then the other while pulling her shoes off. The cement felt chilly against her bare toes, but it was better than the pain her heels offered for the final block home. Stuffing the shoes into her bag, Miley continued walking in her silver mini-skirt and black leather jacket.

After rounding the final corner before reaching her apartment a familiar voice greeted, "Hello, Miley."

Haley was waiting in front of Miley's building. She had the day off work and was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater.

Miley stopped in her tracks, "Hello, boyfriend-stealer."

"Whatever," Haley rolled her eyes. "How can you still be angry about that? I heard Brian isn't even with that girl anymore."

"What do you want?" Miley sighed. "And just so you know, I don't really have room for any more bullshit in my life at the moment - so make it quick."

Haley tried to keep things civil, "I need to ask you a favor."

Miley laughed, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," Haley replied seriously.

"Sorry. I can't help you." Miley glared, "I don't know a cure for crabs."

Haley forced a grin at Miley's joke, "Very funny. But it's about your father, actually."

Miley's face twisted with confusion, "My father?"

"He's going to ask you to lunch this weekend," Haley explained. "So you can meet his new girlfriend. When you do, I was hoping you wouldn't throw a childish fit when you see that it's me."

Miley's mouth fell open, "No way... you're his new...?"

"I'm afraid so," Haley almost looked amused. "We really like each other, too. You wouldn't want to break his heart, would you?"

Miley's fuse ignited in record time, even for her. She threw her schoolbag to the sidewalk, "You stay the hell away from my dad, you floozy!"

"Floozy?" Haley gasped. "What does that make you for kissing me? Huh, slut?"

"I didn't kiss you," Miley countered. "You kissed me!"

"You didn't have any problem puckering up at that house party." Haley made an arrogant smile, "And if I remember correctly, you seemed to like it."

"I was drunk," Miley balled her fists. "When you're drunk it's easy to get seduced... by a whore!"

Haley was suddenly beside herself at the insult, "You prissy little bitch! You're about two seconds away from getting knocked on your ass!"

"Bring it," Miley growled. "I'll smear you across this sidewalk like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of my Gucci pumps!"

In an instant, the two girls collided in a sudden mess of pulling, pushing, and hair-yanking. Miley landed a solid punch across Haley's eye, sending the blonde to the ground. Miley followed her down and they began rolling around in the grass amidst a tangle of limbs. They were shrieking and yelling at one another, both women a fury of anger.

Luckily, Charlie was just returning home from Brian's. He saw the two women rolling around in front of the apartment building as he parked at the curb.

"Miley?!?" Charlie dashed from his car, "Haley?!?"

"Lemme go!" Miley fought against Charlie when he yanked her off Haley, "I'm gonna beat the blonde right out of this bimbo!!!"

"Miley!" Charlie yelled as he wrapped his arms around his squirming fiancé, trying to calm her.

Miley was desperately reaching and kicking towards Haley as Charlie pulled her back, but hit only air.

Haley got to her knees. Her eye was already swelling up where Miley hit her and blood was coming out of her nose, "Let her go, Charlie! I'm going to kill that twiggy little skank!"

"I am NOT twiggy!" Miley hollered.

"Stop it!" Charlie yelled, "Both of you!"

Haley slowly rose to her feet. Her hair was disheveled and fragments of grass and leaves littered her sweater, "You're lucky your boyfriend showed up when he did."

Miley struggled against Charlie, "Oh yeah? Come two feet closer and I'll show you how lucky I feel!"

But Haley wisely backed away.

"I think you should go," Charlie warned Haley. "Now."

"This isn't over," Haley sneered.

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Miley fumed as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, picking grass out of her dark curls.

Charlie stood behind her, "Are you going to explain to me why you were in a fist fight with Haley?"

"She had it coming!"

"This is the second time you two have come to blows," Charlie pointed out. "You used to be friends, what happened?"

Miley stared at his reflection, "It turns out the new girlfriend my dad told me about is none other than Miss Super-Slut. Can you believe that?"

Charlie froze.

"She's a scheming bitch, Charlie, and I won't let her -" Miley turned around when she saw Charlie's expression. Her sixth sense activated and she read him like a book, "You knew?"

Charlie looked guilty, "Miley, I --"

"You knew!" Miley squealed. "I can't believe you, Charlie!"

"I ran into Haley at the mall," Charlie hastily explained. "She told me about her and Jack --"

"And you kept it a secret from me?!?"

"I told Haley she had to tell you! She asked for a couple of days..."

Miley stormed out of the bathroom, peeling her grass-stained clothes off as she went.

"Miley...!" Charlie followed.

"Stay away from me," Miley threw her clothes to the floor. "I'm mad at you, Charlie!"

"Stop being a brat!" Charlie barked.

Miley paused and turned, clad only in her bra and panties, "What did you call me?"

"Haley stuck me in the middle of this," Charlie argued. "And I made it clear to her whose side I was on. Yours! She asked me to wait a couple days so she could tell you herself; I thought it would be better if you heard it from her. I didn't know you two would end up trying to kill each other!"

Miley seemed to calm slightly, folding her arms across her bra-clad chest.

"Why are you angry at me, anyway?" Charlie asked. "I'm not the one sleeping with your father."

"Oh, ew! Do you think they're sleeping with each other?"

"We ARE talking about Haley," Charlie pointed out dryly.

Miley shuddered and closed her eyes, "I can't believe my dad! He's practically old enough to be her father."

"I'm sorry," Charlie offered. "I should have told you."

Miley shook her head and stepped against Charlie's chest, "No, I was the one being a snot. Forgive me?"

Charlie wrapped his arms around her, "Of course."

"It's all just starting to pile up," Miley squeezed him, "you know?"

"You mean all the drama?"

Miley nodded against his chest, "Sam's pregnant, Stacy's hates me, my mom is trying to ruin our lives, and now this."

Charlie rubbed his fingers against Miley's bare back, "We'll get through it."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Charlie. I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

"Want to make it up to me?"

Miley gazed up at him, "Sure. Do you need a hand job?"

Charlie chuckled at Miley's frankness, "Actually... I was hoping you'd go see Sam and find out where her head is at with this whole pregnancy thing. She could probably use a friend."

Miley nodded, "Of course. I'll go see her tomorrow, after class."

The two lovers stood and held each other for several long moments before Charlie finally said, "You know, you're kinda sexy when you're angry."

Miley giggled, "You sure you don't want to fool around?"

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Brian fidgeted in front of Sam's apartment door, nervous about confronting her. It's not that Brian feared Sam, but he hated it when girls cried. Crying girls were always able to talk him into things he didn't want to do. He was sure Sam would be a wreck, but was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door with dry eyes.

"Hey," Brian greeted gingerly. "Can we talk?"

Sam looked hesitant and unsure, staring at Brian through her thick-rimmed glasses. She finally nodded her head wordlessly, causing her lazy ponytail to bob.

Brian followed her into the apartment. The television was on a reality singing show, but the volume was muted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Brian bluntly and suddenly asked. "Why would you tell Stacy instead of me?"

"I didn't know who to tell," Sam replied. "I went to Stacy because... I was scared. I wanted to talk to someone who had been in my shoes."

"Couldn't you have told me first?" Brian wondered. "I've been there too, remember?"

"You broke my heart," Sam sat on her couch. "I... I couldn't go to you."

Brian exhaled heavily and sat on the couch beside her.

"I'm sorry, Brian. You're right, I shouldn't have told Stacy about it first. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"She dumped me," Brian rubbed his forehead with a palm, "which probably would have happened regardless, as soon as she found out. So I guess it doesn't matter who told her."

Sam turned an empathic look to him, "Are you okay?"

"No," Brian answered honestly. "Are you?"

Sam shook her head, "Not really. I'm scared."

"Me too," Brian admitted.

Sam whispered, "Tell me it's going to be okay, Brian. Because I'm all alone and I don't know if I can handle this by myself."

Brian put an arm around Sam and pulled her shoulder against his. "Everything is going to be okay," he promised quietly.

Sam rested her head on Brian's shoulder and closed her eyes.

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"God damn," Charlie groaned. "I love make-up sex."

Miley giggled. The two young lovers had made it as far as the living room before their libido's gained the upper hand. Charlie was seated on the couch, naked except for a tee shirt, and Miley was curled up next to him. She remained in her skimpy bra and panties and was slowly masturbating her man.

"I'll jerk you off for a while," Miley promised, "but you have to finish inside me, okay?"

"You only got off the pill yesterday," Charlie reminded.

"Yeah, but you never know. I just think it's a good idea if we get your little spermies swimming around inside me as often as possible.

"Okay, you talked me into it."

Miley chewed on her lip and concentrated on beating Charlie off. She was leaned against his shoulder and pumping him with slow but steady strokes. "I'll never get over how much you like my hand," she commented. "But that's how you like it, isn't it baby? You like my tight, reassuring grip on your cock when you cum, don't you?"

"After all the years doing it alone, I guess it's just nice to let someone else take over."

Miley grinned, "Did you jerk off a lot before we hooked up?"

Charlie lifted a shoulder, his eyes locked on Miley's stroking hand, "Yeah, I guess."

Miley whispered in his ear, "How often did you do it?"

"Almost every day," Charlie admitted quietly.

Miley made an amused sound, "Me too."

Charlie glanced at her, "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Miley freely admitted. "Sometimes two or three times a day. I always had my fingers between my legs."

Miley clasped Charlie's shaft tightly and used the pad of her thumb to stimulate the hard ridge that formed the head of his cock, "What did you use? Did you look at those naughty glossy magazines from the comic shop? Or did you like to use the internet?"

"The internet," Charlie answered, his voice growing heated with arousal.

"Tell me what you looked at," Miley whispered, kissing his earlobe.

"B-Brian showed me a free video site."

Miley smiled, "What kinds of videos? Like, lots of hot girls getting fucked by monster cocks?"

"There were thousands of videos, of all kinds."

Miley slid her hand to the base of Charlie's shaft and waggled his cock to slap it lightly against his own stomach, "Like... lesbians?"

Charlie nodded.

"Did they have hot MILF videos," Miley asked, "filled with sexy mature cougars?"

"Yes," Charlie answered softly.

Miley's hand slid back up his shaft until her fist bumped into the head. Her thumb curled and Miley rubbed it over Charlie's pee slit, "What about pregnant girls, Charlie? Were there any videos of sexy mommies with their swollen bellies?"

When Charlie's cock twitched and pulsed in Miley's hand she had her answer.

"Oh, there was, wasn't there?" Miley bit her lip over a smile and teased her fingernails against Charlie's soft underside. "Did you like watching them get fucked? Hmm? Did you like jerking off while you watched those pregnant girls get their swollen pussies stuffed full of cock?"

"Yeah," Charlie answered; his voice was a whisper of arousal.

Miley continued, "I bet the guys would fuck them doggy style, huh? Did they reach around and squeeze the women's tits? Could you see their milk squirt out, Charlie?"

"Oh fuck," Charlie moaned. His hips started slowly thrusting, as though he were humping Miley's hand.

"I bet you fantasized that it was you fucking them, didn't you? Did you imagine rubbing your palms over their baby-bumps? Did you picture yourself sliding your cock between their milky breasts and sucking on their engorged nipples?"

"Those were my favorites," Charlie finally admitted.

Miley shook her amused head, "You're such a perv. I love that about you. I love that you aren't afraid to admit all your kinky little fantasies to me."

"Let's trade," Charlie suggested.

"Hmm?"

Charlie took Miley's wrist and pulled it off his erection before pivoting to face her. Miley squealed with delight when Charlie moved his hands between her legs. She leaned back into the couch and wrapped an arm around him as he began rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her panties.

"What did you think about," Charlie wondered, "when you touched yourself?"

"Naughty things," Miley teased.

"Like what?"

Miley hooked her thumbs on the hem of her panties and slid them halfway down her thighs, "Like... sitting in the middle of a circle of hot guys while I rubbed my pussy."

Charlie slipped a finger into her slit causing Miley to whimper out a small sound.

"Did you imagine them all jerking off?" Charlie asked.

Miley nodded languidly.

"Did you fantasize about them all cumming on you?"




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"Yes," Miley whimpered. "It made me so hot thinking about them cumming on me over and over. I wanted to be covered with their hot sticky cum, Charlie."

Charlie worked a second finger into Miley's sex and began fucking them both in and out of her wetness, "They'd get it in your hair, and all over your face, I bet."

Miley nodded, "All over. On my titties and on my stomach. Oh god, Charlie... do you think I'm dirty?"

"Yes," Charlie answered.

Miley would have laughed if she wasn't so turned on by Charlie's hand masturbating her.

"Do you want to feel hot cum shooting on your body right now?"

"Fuck yes," Miley moaned.

Charlie retrieved his hand and rose from the couch. Miley looked confused for a moment, until Charlie climbed over her legs and knelt on the couch above her lap. His erection was sticking straight up between them and Charlie wrapped his own hand around it.

"You're such a naughty girl, Miley."

Miley bit her lip and nodded in agreement. She started to masturbate herself also, her hand moving under Charlie's hanging balls to touch her pussy.

Charlie rapidly stroked himself, "I'm gonna cum all over you."

"Oh god," Miley squeaked, fully aroused. Fluids were readily flowing from her sex to wet the couch cushion between her legs.

Miley had no idea how close Charlie was, so when a stream of his semen shot out and blasted her in the face she was caught unprepared. She flinched at first, but when the second dollop arrived Miley had parted her lips and caught the strand right across her mouth; some of it landed on her tongue.

Charlie was letting out gasping grunts as he aimed lower. Several ropes of his cum fell to Miley's chest and stomach and Charlie kept jacking himself swiftly. By the time he was done, Miley's entire torso was stained with stringy strands that slid down her tan skin.

"Cum on me," Miley begged wantonly while Charlie was in the throes of his orgasm. Her pussy was on fire and her own orgasm swiftly blossomed into an explosion. "Cum all over me!" she screamed. Miley could feel the cum Charlie shot onto her chest slide and pool to the cavern between her breasts.

Charlie rubbed his cock against Miley's skin, smearing it against the cum that decorated her chest.

"Oh fuck," Miley gasped. She looked down at her toned frame and saw Charlie's glistening pleasure coating her body, "You really slimed me good that time, baby."

Charlie chuckled and climbed off her lap.

Miley was playing with his semen, sliding her hand around in it and making it form sticky strands between her nipples and finger tips.

Charlie sat next to her, slumping back into the couch.

"You were supposed to cum inside me," Miley suddenly remembered with half a pout.

Charlie made a tired grin, "Will you ever forgive me?"

"That was pretty hot," Miley admitted, "I like feeling your cum shooting out all over me."

Charlie pivoted his head towards her, "If you can wait ten minutes I could probably go again?"

Miley beamed, "Okay!" She stood and pulled her panties up, "I'm gonna go put something sexy on."

Charlie smirked and shook his head, watching Miley disappear into the bedroom. "Hey, Miley?" he suddenly called.

Miley dug through a dresser drawer, "Yeah, baby?"

Charlie found his boxers and slipped them up his legs, "If we're going to have a baby, and start a family, don't you think we should get married?"

Miley's head poked out of the bedroom doorway, "You mean, now?"

Charlie grinned, "Well, not this second, but yeah... sooner than we planned. I know I said I wanted to wait for Jack to --"

"Don't worry about my dad," Miley shook her head. "He already told me he'd walk me down the proverbial aisle whenever we're ready."

Charlie stood, "He did?"

"Yeah," Miley nodded. She reappeared in the short hallway from their bedroom, cleaning her chest off with a towel. "Charlie, what exactly are you saying?"

"I guess I'm saying I don't want to wait anymore. I don't want to wait to be a family, or to be your husband, or to have children. People always say they'll do things 'someday', but what are we so afraid of? Life? I don't think it's that scary, especially when I have you right beside me."

The towel Miley was holding fell from her hand to pool at the floor. She swallowed, "So... you want to get married?"

Charlie nodded, "Yeah, I want to get married. I don't want to wait."

Miley's smile lit up the whole apartment, "Let's do it, Charlie. Let's get married!"



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 27



This is a shorter chapter than usual, but after writing it I thought it made for a well-contained story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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Stacy stared at her options with an expression of absolute scrutiny, as though the fate of the world hinged upon her pending decision. She tapped a pointer finger against her chin, which was a habit when she couldn't make up her mind, and carefully contemplated the benefits of each choice.

The red pumps were so cute! However, they didn't go with many of her existing outfits. The black ones, however...

On her way home from church, Stacy had decided to stop at the mall and do some shopping. She was dressed nicely in a knee-length skirt, nylons, and a buttoned blouse Stacy thought made her boobs look good. Every salesman in the shoe store was checking out the beautiful blonde from afar but Stacy either didn't notice, or didn't care. The mall was a place Stacy went to escape and at that moment Stacy was running from boy-drama; the last thing she needed in her life was more of it. She was still upset over the fact that Brian, her twice-ex-boyfriend, had gotten his editor pregnant. It didn't matter to Stacy that Brian had been sleeping with another girl; she and Brian had been broken up at the time, after all. It was his lack of responsibility which was so upsetting. How could Brian be so stupid to repeat a mistake he had already made with Stacy earlier that very same year?

With a sigh, Stacy realized she was dwelling on the whole situation again. That was happening a lot and she needed to distract herself, which was why she stopped at the mall in the first place. Grabbing the red pumps and walking towards the cashier's counter, Stacy decided she'd simply have to buy some new outfits to match her new shoes. Buying things was such an excellent distraction!

After paying, Stacy decided her next stop would be the department store on the other end of the mall - she'd need to see if any of the fall lines were featuring red.

Between the shoe store and the department store were a row of 'bar & grill' style restaurants that catered to families and yuppies. As Stacy was walking by a place called 'Applebaums' she spotted a familiar face sitting in one of the restaurants through a window. She froze and stared, wondering if the other person had seen her.

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It was a fantasy made true for Miley.

She was kneeling on the floor, naked save for a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings, surrounded by a half-dozen sexy guys with big cocks. They were all looking at her as they stroked their hard erections and she did her best to fuel their circle-jerk.

"Where are you guys going to cum, hmm?" Miley ran her fingertips across tiny breasts. Her nipples were pointy and erect, "Do you want to cum on my little tits? Or are you going to treat me like a real slut and shoot it all over my face?"

One of the men clearly didn't have much in the way of stamina. He stepped closer and made loud moaning noises, signaling he was about to cum. Miley presented herself as his target, tilting her head back and opening her lips wide. His cum came out as one long rope, landing across her face from forehead to chin. Miley pushed out what little of it landed on her tongue and let it hang from her lip as she took the guy's cock and started suckling on the head of it. The rest of his orgasm pumped through his shaft right into her mouth, but Miley spit it out rather than swallowing. Her chin became a glistening mess of semen mixed with saliva.

"Who's next?" Miley looked around the remaining men, "Who wants to shoot their cum all over me? I need it so bad. I need your cum. Jerk off onto me and get my body all sticky with your nasty goo."

Two of the men indicated they were ready by stepping forward, one on either side of Miley. She reached out and replaced their hands with hers, jacking them off to completion. One came a split-second before the other, but when the other one popped Miley had a pair of cocks firing out globs of cum onto her. The pearly fluid landed across her cheeks and oozed down the side of her face to drip off her jaw line.

"That's so fucking nasty," Miley moaned in a wanton voice. She sucked one of the cocks, then the other, drawing the last of their orgasms into her mouth. She pushed the semen out once again, causing it to flow over her lower lip and chin. The obscene fluid hung from her face, falling to Miley's kneeling legs and staining her black stockings with creamy white droplets.

"I need more," Miley whimpered desperately, "I need more cum." She began rubbing herself, scooping some of the semen onto the tips of her fingers and rubbing it into her pussy. She felt slutty, sexy, and whorish - she couldn't get enough. She lost all inhibitions with the scent of all that cum filling her nostrils and decorating her skinny body.

"Treat me like a naughty cum-slut," she begged wantonly, "I want all your cocks making me filthy with your dirty desires."

The fourth guy was bold, stepping forward and shoving his cock into Miley's mouth. She willingly accepted his girth as the man placed his hand behind Miley's head and pushed it down her throat. The size of it caused her to gag and choke, but Miley refused to give up. She let the man fuck her throat for several long moments, her spit spilling out from the corners of her mouth. When he finally did orgasm, the man pulled out just in time; several thick globs came out of his cock onto Miley's waiting tongue and lips. She worked her mouth, sucking the cum in and spitting it back out over and over until the man was spent and had no more to offer.

There were two cocks to go, though Miley was already a mess. The bottom half of her face was coated with a layer of slimy semen. More beads of it were splattered across her forehead, eyebrows, and hair. It hung from her face, dipped down her torso, and created wet stains in her stockings. But Miley still wanted more; she intended on getting all the cum she could.

"More," Miley looked towards the final two men, "I need more." She reached out and grasped their cocks, noticing how hard each of their lengths felt. "You're both so close... look at how swollen and twitchy you guys are. Do you want to cum on me? Do you want to get my face and titties all slimy with your icky seed? Hmm?"

Miley jerked off one of the men with purpose, letting the other cock simmer in her hand for later. Lowering herself beneath his balls, Miley opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to wait for the inevitable. When the man came his cock was like a fountain, large spurts of semen coating Miley's outstretched tongue, nostrils, and eye sockets. She kissed and licked his cock as it continued to spurt, using the convulsing shaft to smear the cum all over her face.

The sexual carnality of it all was too much for the last man to handle. The sight of Miley reveling in her bukkake pushed him over the edge and his cock exploded. Miley didn't even realize the man was so close until she felt his semen landing on her neck and shoulder, but she quickly responded by pivoting her body and catching the rest of his pleasure on her breasts.

"Oh my god," Miley gasped. She wiped a hand over an eye, cleaning the cum away from it so she could see. "I'm a fucking mess, you guys. I've never been so horny in my life... all this cum... I need to get fucked so bad. Will you take turns fucking me?"

Miley looked between their unrecognizable faces, confident she could convince the men to pleasure her.

If only that annoying buzzing would stop... ... ...

Miley awoke with a start, sitting up in bed like a shot, "Huh-?!?"

Charlie glanced over his shoulder from where he sat typing on his laptop.

Miley placed a hand to her forehead, realizing it had all been a dream. A very vivid and realistic dream, "Jeezus."

Charlie wondered, "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine... um, I wasn't talking in my sleep, was I?"

"You made a couple of cute little moaning noises," Charlie replied. "Why?"

"Never mind." Miley once again heard the vibrating noise which woke her up, "Is that your phone, or mine?"

"Check your purse," Charlie suggested, turning back to his writings.

Miley reached to the bedside table and dug into her purse. "Hello?" she answered after locating the buzzing cell phone within.

"Miley!" Stacy sounded hurried, "What are you doing right now?"

It surprised Miley that Stacy was calling; she thought the two of them weren't speaking after they had been in a fight about Brian. Stacy had been mad that Miley was always 'taking Brian's side' in things.

"I was taking a nap," Miley wiped a piece of sleep from her eye, hoping Stacy hadn't called to argue.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Stacy apologized. "Are you okay? I mean, you're not sick, are you?"

"No, I'm okay," Miley replied. She recalled her dream, "Though, I think I might be horny."

Charlie looked over his shoulder again with a confused glance, wondering who Miley was talking to.

"Too much information," Stacy declared dryly. "Look, I know we haven't been getting along lately but I need you to get your bony little ass down to the mall right away."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Miley growled. "My ass isn't bony, I'm just petite!"

"Whatever," Stacy seemed disinterested. "Can you get over here, or not?"

Miley swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed, "Right now? What's going on? Oh my god - is Macy's having another sale on lingerie?!?"

"No," Stacy seemed distracted by the prospect of a sale, "but that would be really awesome if they were..."

"I know, right?" Miley beamed, "Last time I got the sexiest little teddy for half --"

"Never mind that right now," Stacy suddenly got back on track, dismissing any thoughts of shopping. "Just get down here as soon as you can. I'll meet you at the south entrance."

Miley blinked at her phone after Stacy hung up.

"What's going on?" Charlie wondered in a bland tone, engrossed in his computer.

"I have to go to the mall," Miley rose from bed and looked for some pants. She wasn't wearing anything other than a pair of cotton panties and one of Charlie's tee shirts. "I think Stacy's having a shopping crisis, or something."

"I thought you two were fighting?"

"I thought so too," Miley said as she found a pair of jeans on the floor that didn't look like they belonged in the 'dirty' pile. "But if a trip to the mall is all it takes for us to be back on speaking terms, I better go."

"Tell her I said hello," Charlie said. "And don't forget we have dinner at my parents, tonight."

After pulling the jeans up her skinny legs, Miley bent over Charlie's shoulder to place a kiss at his cheek, "Thanks for the reminder, baby. I'm sure I'll be back soon."

"Okay, see you later," Charlie lifted a parting hand, still concentrating on his computer screen.

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Miley felt completely under-dressed when she found Stacy at the south entrance. Stacy was in her church clothes, while Miley was still wearing Charlie's over-sized tee-shirt tucked into a pair of half-clean jeans. Stacy had heels on while Miley wore a pair of black hi-top sneakers.

"What is going on?" Miley pressed as soon as she was in range to be heard. "You could have told me I needed to wear something nice --"

"Shh," Stacy lifted a finger to her lips conspiratorially.

"What's with you?" Miley hissed in a whispering tone, "Why am I whispering?"

Stacy took Miley's hand and tugged, "Come on... and act natural."

Miley followed, watching while Stacy moved in a half-sneaky crouch, "How am I supposed to act natural when you're creeping around here like a child-molester?"

Stacy ignored Miley until she came to a stop near the place where she passed the restaurants earlier. "Look," she pointed towards a window across the mall's wide avenue.

Miley had to squint, "Is that Sam?"

Stacy nodded, "Uh-huh. And look who she's with."

"Oh, man." Miley did a double-take, "Is that Haley?"

"Yep," Stacy confirmed. "Thirty minutes ago I just happened to be walking by when I spotted Sam at the bar. Do you want to know what she was doing?"

"What?" Miley asked, desperate for gossip.

"Drinking a beer. A big one. And then, when she was done with that one, she had two more."

Miley glanced aside at her best friend, "You've been here spying on Sam for the last half hour?"

"Yeah," Stacy answered without any shame. "Haley showed up fifteen minutes ago. The two of them hugged and moved to a table. They have since ordered lunch and each had two glasses of wine."

"Wow," Miley noted. "Sam can really knock them back, huh?"

"Don't you think that's a little odd?" Stacy hinted. "Considering?"

Realization suddenly dawned on Miley, "Sam's been drinking while she's pregnant?!? Do you have any idea how irresponsible that is?"

"Well, yeah, that's a little 'white-trash'," Stacy agreed, "but I was talking about Sam and Haley hugging and having lunch like old friends."

Miley's face scrunched up, "Yeah, that is kinda weird. Especially since Haley's basically the one who broke Brian and her up. By the way, did you know she's sleeping with my dad?"

Stacy almost choked with surprise, "Sam?!?"

"No!" Miley snorted, "Haley. She's such a whore. Can you believe that?"

Stacy considered, picturing Miley's father in her mind.

Miley glanced and elbowed her, "Stacy!"

"What?" Stacy sounded defensive, "Jack's totally hot. I'm kind of jealous. I totally would have slept with him back in high school."

Miley rolled her eyes, "You're unbelievable."

"So, what are we going to do?" Stacy wondered.

"About Haley sleeping with my dad?"

"No," Stacy huffed, "about those two! We have to figure out what they're up to. Whatever it is, it can't be good for us. Right?"

"Right." Miley looked back towards the restaurant to see Haley and Sam smiling and laughing with each other, "Chances are they're out to destroy us. At least, Haley probably is -- I hate that bitch! Do you think we should confront them?"

Stacy thought back to the last time she and Miley confronted Haley, which led to a near-brawl in the middle of a movie theater, "Definitely not."

"Well," Miley reasoned, "we have to get in there; maybe we'll be able to hear them talking."

"If we go in there they'll totally spot us," Stacy worried. "They'll clam up tighter than a frigid virgin's legs."

Miley gave Stacy an odd look, "A frigid virgin's legs? Who says that?"

"I don't know," Stacy lifted a shoulder. "But that's not the point."

Miley bit her lip, "You're right."

Both girls stood silently, watching Haley and Sam, trying to think of their next move.

"I have an idea," Miley suddenly grinned. "Come here..."

"Hey!" Stacy was startled when Miley reached over and started undoing the top buttons of Stacy's blouse. "What are you doing?"

"We can't get in there without being recognized," Miley explained with a mischievous smile. "But I know who can."

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Chip stood behind the register within 'The House of Spandex', bored out of his mind. He was staring at the clock on the wall, wondering when the last time a customer had walked in. He hated the Sunday shift; people were either at church, or home and hung-over. They certainly weren't shopping for comics.

Things instantly brightened for the seventeen year-old when Stacy walked in. She looked amazing, the way her ankles arched in her heels, and Chip swore he could see the lace of Stacy's bra where her blouse was unbuttoned.

"S-Stacy?" Chip stammered, staring at her cleavage.

"Hey, Chip." Stacy smiled. "I was hoping you'd be working today."

"What are you doing here?"

Stacy knew Chip had a crush on her. She even let him take her out on a few dates while she and Brian had been broken up (for the first time) but it was mostly a rebound thing and Stacy never felt any chemistry. She felt bad about leading him on, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do...

"I need your help," Stacy leaned over the counter on her elbows. "Is there any chance you could take a break?"

"Uh, w-what do you need my help with?" Chip wondered as he pondered the space between Stacy's boobs.

"I need you to go over to Applebaums," Stacy explained in a seductive tone, "and see if you can hear what a couple of girls inside are talking about."

Chip looked deflated; he had been hoping Stacy needed 'help' of a different nature, "You want me to go eavesdrop in a bar? While I'm at work?"

Stacy nodded sweetly, "Uh huh. It will only take you ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. Please Chip? You'd really be helping me out."

"I don't know..." Chip was obviously hesitant. "What do I get out of it?"

Stacy hadn't been expecting that, "Um, what do you want?"

Chip looked at her chest and made a sheepish grin.

"No," Stacy stood. "No way!"

"Come on," Chip lamented.

Stacy let out a frustrated breath. She really wanted to know what was going on between Haley and Sam...

"Okay," Stacy relented. "But just a look. And no cell phone cameras, either."

"Just a look?" Chip complained.

"When did you turn into such a little perv?" Stacy wondered.

Chip shrugged, "I'm a guy, what do you expect?"

Stacy panicked; she certainly wasn't going to let Chip touch her boobs. Suddenly, she blurted "You can see Miley's too?"

Chip's eyebrows raised, "Miley Andrews?"

Stacy nodded desperately.

"Deal," Chip grinned. "Hey Theo! Watch the register, will you? I'm taking a break."

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Miley and Stacy sat on a bench across the avenue from the restaurant as Chip made his way towards the entrance. They didn't have a clear view inside, but were out of the way in case Haley or Sam came out.

"I can't believe I had to give him twenty bucks," Miley complained.

"How is he supposed to get close to them if he can't sit and have lunch?"

"Yeah, but twenty bucks? Couldn't he have just ordered a soda or something?"

"That's not all you have to give him," Stacy murmured.

"What do you mean?"

Stacy took a hesitant breath.

Miley glanced at her best friend, "Stacy...?"

"We have to show him our tits."

"What!?!" Miley squealed.

"He wouldn't do it otherwise!" Stacy explained.

Miley couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding me? Are you sure we're talking about sweet innocent Chip?"

"Evidently he's horny pervy Chip, now."

"Can't you just show him yours?" Miley wondered. "You don't have a boyfriend. What would Charlie say if he found out I've been flashing his former co-workers?"

Stacy lifted a shoulder, "I don't know. Don't tell him?"

"I tell Charlie everything," Miley noted. "Even the bad stuff I don't want to tell him. I'll always be honest with him."

Stacy gave her best friend a sympathetic look, "You're amazing, Charlie's lucky to have you."

Miley smiled warmly, "Really? Thanks."

Stacy nodded, "Don't worry. You're relationship survived two lesbian make-out sessions with Haley. I think Charlie will get over Chip seeing your boobs."

Miley grinned and elbowed Stacy playfully, "I'm really glad you called me today. I hated that we were fighting."

"Me too," Stacy agreed. "I missed your bony little butt."

Miley couldn't help laughing, "Yeah, well, I missed your fat ass too."

"My ass is not fat," Stacy mimicked Miley's voice, "I'm just voluptuous."

Both girls began laughing as they fell back into the easy rhythm of being best friends. Miley in particular was happy she and Stacy were back on speaking terms, as a lot had been happening since their fight.

"So, listen. There's some stuff I need to tell you."

"Uh oh," Stacy looked to Miley when her tone grew more serious.

"It's nothing bad." Miley bit her lip, "It's just that, well... Charlie and I are trying to have a baby."

Stacy's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, "Are you serious?"

Miley nodded with a hopeful look in her eyes, "Yeah." She really wanted Stacy to approve.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 27



"Wow," Stacy formed a circle with her lips. "That's really big. How? I mean, when did you guys decide this?"

"I stopped taking birth control about a month ago," Miley said. "We both really want to start a family, you know?"

"Are you sure you guys are ready?" Stacy asked. "Having a baby is a big responsibility."

"I know," Miley agreed. "And I know there are a zillion reasons why we should wait, but I love Charlie so much and we both want children. You should see Charlie's eyes light up whenever we talk about it; I think he's really excited about being a father."

Stacy wrapped her arms around Miley, "That's so awesome. I'm really happy for you two. And you know what? I've always known you'll make a great mother. Your baby is going to hit the jackpot as soon as its born, because it'll have the best mom ever."

Miley hugged Stacy back with a happy sniffle, "Really? You think so?"

"I know so," Stacy promised. "I mean, you were kind of a brat back in high school..."

Miley snorted out a laugh.

Stacy continued, "We both were. But you've changed so much since Charlie entered your life. You've become this maternal rock in the foundation of your relationship with him. And the way you're always taking care of him and Brian... it makes me kind of jealous. I think that's why we were fighting. I look at the way you are with Brian, the way you protect him and look out for him -- even when he doesn't want it -- and I wish I could have that with him."

"You can," Miley wiped a tear off her cheek. "You just have to give him a chance."

"I know," Stacy nodded, fighting back her own tears. "Maybe I will."

"Listen,' Miley added. "There's one more thing..."

"Really?" Stacy breathed out a laugh. "I'm not sure I can take much more of this emotional stuff..."

Miley beamed out a grin, "It's just that... well, Charlie and I want to get married."

Stacy snorted, "Duh. You guys have been engaged since May."

"No," Miley clarified. "Like, soon. Before Thanksgiving."

"Oh my god," Stacy looked shocked all over again, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah," Miley's expression glowed with a bright smile. "We're tired of waiting. We picked this beautiful spot at a park south of town. There's this incredible garden of fall-blooming flowers and... well, I want you to be my Maid of Honor."

Stacy literally had to choke back the waterworks at that point, but it didn't help -- happy tears dripped from her eyes anyway, "Really?"

Miley gasped out a teary laugh, "You sound surprised. Who did you expect me to ask, Haley?"

Stacy grinned, "I can't believe it, you're getting married and having a baby! This is so exciting!"

Both girls locked into a hugging embrace, mascara dripping down Stacy's cheeks.

"I'm not interrupting anything," Chip suddenly appeared. "Am I?"

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"This is crazy!" Miley complained, standing in the back stock room at The House of Spandex amidst piles of magazines and comic books. She had her arms folded across her chest angrily, "I'm not showing you my boobs, Chip."

"Are you sure?" Chip raised a brow. "Because I heard those two girls discussing some pretty juicy stuff."

"Spill it!" Stacy demanded.

"No way," Chip shook his head adamantly. "Not until I see boobs. Bare boobs, no bras. and at least ten seconds each."

"I can't believe I went out on a date with this little perv," Stacy growled, glancing at Miley.

"He's a guy," Miley muttered. "What did you expect?"

Stacy lifted her hands, ready to give in and start unbuttoning her shirt, but before even one button was loosed Miley suddenly lunged forward.

"Owwwww!" Chip cried out loudly.

"All right you little shit," Miley hissed through clenched teeth. She squeezed Chip's scrotum for added emphasis, "Tell us what you heard in there. Every detail! Otherwise I'm taking these home with me and you'll go through the rest of your perverted life without your balls."

Stacy sucked in an amused breath and lifted a hand to cover her grin.

"P-please," Chip squeaked, his voice raising a pair of octaves. "O-okay, I-I'll tell you everything. Just don't squeeze so haaaaaooooooooww!"

"Stop wasting our time," Miley glared as she tugged downwards.

"T-they were talking about tricking some guy," Chip yammered out quickly, "something about one of them being pregnant! They m-mentioned getting revenge on some other girls and breaking him up with his girlfriend."

Stacy and Miley looked at each other with shocked expressions.

"P-please!" Chip begged, "That's all I know!"

"Sam isn't pregnant," Stacy realized with a murmur. "She faked it to break Brian and me up. That's why she was drinking like a fish!"

"Yeah," Miley agreed. "And that bleached-out bimbo Haley has been helping her. I'm going to kill those two bitches!"

"Um," Chip was standing as still as possible, "Can you let me go now?"

Miley released Chip, who took a deep breath of relief at having his scrotum back.

Stacy followed after her best friend when Miley started stalking towards the store, "Miley, wait..."

Miley turned curiously.

Stacy unbuttoned the top half of her blouse before tugging her white lacy bra up and over her breasts. She turned to face Chip and pulled her shirt wide open, exposing her large hanging boobs.

"Holy shit," Chip uttered with awe. They were better than he even imagined - milky-white and surrounded by feint tan lines still lingering from the summer. Soft pink nipples capped what looked to Chip like two mounds sent straight from heaven.

"Thanks Chip," Stacy winked, "you totally earned this."

Chip's jaw fell slightly and his eyes went owlish.

Miley gasped out a giggle, "C'mon, you slut! Maybe we can still catch Sam and Haley and totally kick their asses!"

Stacy blew Chip a parting kiss as Miley grabbed her arm and tugged.

"Wait," Stacy urged as Miley pulled her towards the mall, quickly buttoning up her shirt. "I'm not wearing good fighting clothes!"

"I think I can take both of them," Miley sounded confident, trotting through the comic book store.

Stacy hoped her best friend was joking but didn't want to get left behind either way.

From the register, Theo watched as Miley hurried past on her way through the entrance. Stacy was right behind her, trying to get her shirt buttoned and not break a heel. "Hey Miley, Hey Stacy," he waved. "Thanks for shopping at The House of Spandex!"

When the two girls finally arrived back at Applebaums only Sam remained; Haley was nowhere to be seen. Stacy suggested they wait, to see if Haley was in the bathroom or something, but after ten minutes the only thing that happened was a waitress delivering Sam the check.

"Let's go," Miley started towards the restaurant's entrance.

"Miley..." Stacy followed, "Promise me you won't start a fight? There are, like, kids and stuff in there."

Sam's surprise was complete when Miley and Stacy suddenly appeared to slide into the booth across from her. Remnants of the lunch she shared with Haley still lingered on the table, and Sam had been digging in her purse for a credit card.

"Miley? Stacy? Um, what are you guys doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Miley propped her elbow on the table, "That's the better question."

Stacy tilted her head, curious of the answer.

"I met a friend for lunch. I was just about to leave..."

Miley's eyes fell on the empty wine glasses, "Enjoying a little 'drinky-drinky', were we? That can't be good for the baby."

"Oh," Sam tried to cover, "um... those were my friend's. I just had water."

"That was some funny-colored water I saw you drinking at the bar earlier," Stacy said. "Looked more like beer."

Sam made an annoyed expression and pushed the rims of her glasses up her nose, "Have you two been spying on me?"

"You're not really pregnant," Miley accused, "are you?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Sam gathered up her purse, meaning to leave.

"Why don't you just admit it?" Stacy glared, "You made it all up so that Brian and I would break it off and you could get him back. Were you going to fake the abortion, too?"

Sam looked caught. Like a deer at night frozen by a car's headlights.

"And I thought you were a nice person," Miley sounded disappointed.

Moisture rimmed Sam's eyes, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to get Brian back so bad..."

Stacy wanted to know, "What does Haley have to do with all of this?"

"It was her idea," Sam tried to hold it together. "She came to my apartment one night, apologizing for sleeping with Brian. S-she said she knew a way I could get him back. I didn't want to at first, but she made it sound so easy. All I had to do was tell one lie. I just had to pretend to be pregnant for a little while..."

"Do you have any idea how much you've hurt Brian?" Miley wondered. "He's been absolutely devastated. He won't even draw, and Charlie's been worried that they won't be able to make Marvel's deadline for their comic book."

"I-I'm sorry," Sam cried. "I've been so lonely, I don't have any friends, and it hurt when Brian left me. I'd never had a boyfriend before and I-I thought we'd be together forever."

Sympathy found Stacy's eyes when Sam finally burst into tears.

"I would have loved to be your friend," Miley stated, her expression far-less forgiving. "Plus, Charlie and Brian both think you're one of the coolest girls they ever met for helping them with their comic book. But you lied to us all, Sam. I don't think either of them will want to be your friend anymore."

"Don't worry about telling Brian the truth," Stacy said in a soft tone. "I'll take care of that for you when I ask him to take me back."

Miley followed when Stacy slid out of the booth, "By the way, Haley's a total hose-bag slut. You should stay away from her."

Sam sniffled as the two friends left her all alone at the table.

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Stacy walked Miley to her car after the girls left the mall, "Thanks for coming, hon. I never would been able to do any of that without you."

"I still can't believe Sam would lie about being pregnant," Miley mused. "She always seemed so sweet."

"Did you hear what she said about Brian being her first boyfriend? People do crazy things when they're in love and suddenly faced with being all alone."

"I guess so," Miley considered. "I know I'd probably go off the deep-end if Charlie ever left me."

Stacy breathed out a laugh, "I don't think you have to worry; that boy is one-hundred percent gaga over you."

"Yeah," Miley smiled. "So, are you going over to Brian's?"

Stacy nodded when they reached Miley's car, "He deserves to know the truth and I want to apologize to him for being such a bitch about the whole thing. I should have stood by him through all of this."

"He'll forgive you," Miley promised, digging in her purse for her car keys.

"I hope so," Stacy looked guilty. "I want to love him unconditionally, you know? Like you do; you've had his back this whole time. I'm sorry I got so mad at you. Brian's lucky to have you."

Miley stretched her arms out for a hug, "I love you Stacy Sullivan, don't ever forget that. Even when we fight, you're still my best friend and always will be."

Stacy eagerly hugged back, "I love you too."

"By the way," Miley added, "when you're explaining this whole mess to Brian, maybe leave out the part where you showed Chip your tits?"

Stacy laughed, "Good idea."

The two girls stood for several long moments, squeezing each other tightly. Both were relieved to have put their arguments behind them.

"One other thing," Stacy said after letting go.

Miley opened her car door, "Yeah?"

"I never said it earlier, but I'd love to be your Maid of Honor. I'm so happy for you and Charlie."

Miley smiled warmly, "I never doubted it for a second. Can you believe it? I'm going to me Mrs. Charlie White!"

Stacy suddenly looked excited, "We should go shopping for your wedding dress, after classes tomorrow!"

Miley beamed, "Okay! Pick me up in the morning before school? I'll want to hear all about your and Brian's kinky make-up sex."

Stacy blushed and laughed, "See you in the morning."



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 28



PART 1 -- Beauty Marries the Geek

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The virginal white gown was a strapless affair with a modest bust line, though its rear plunged scandalously to the small of her back. It was a silken and clinging thing around her slender waist, flaring at the hips to create a skirt long enough to obscure her legs and feet. The skirt was an impractical thing of puffy gauze and lace, dragging along the floor behind her wherever she went. Coils of dark hair piled above her head, each tendril meticulously placed to form a ravaging mess of shiny curls. Eye-shadow the color of pool water brought out her eyes, a subdued red decorated her lips and cheeks, while a hint of glitter decorated her brow and temples.

Staring at herself in a floor-length mirror, Miley wondered if all brides-to-be felt as special as she did in that moment - like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.

In order to honor tradition, Miley was secured in a changing room within a small chapel at the park she and Charlie had chosen to marry. Neither of them had any desire for a traditional wedding, but Charlie's mother Olivia was superstitious and insisted Miley not be seen by the groom (or anyone else other than Stacy) prior to their ceremony. It was to be an outdoor affair, simple and elegant. Both the bride and the groom would have one attendant each; Stacy was the Maid-of-honor, while Brian was Charlie's chosen Best Man. Charlie's brother Edward agreed to usher and the White family's pastor would perform the ceremony.

Miley had to force herself away from the mirror from fear of her own vanity. She wondered how Charlie looked in his tuxedo and wished she could see him, imagining how dashing he must have appeared. The excitement of it all began to well within her, though Miley didn't have long to dwell on her fantasy before the changing room door burst open.

"Did we bring any booze?" Stacy hurried towards a pile of bags, dressed in heels and an elegant red gown which displayed her shapely hips.

Miley was immediately worried by Stacy's frantic demeanor, "What's going on?"

"You don't want to know," Stacy remarked obscurely, rifling through a duffel bag.

"What is it?" Miley pressed, "I thought you were checking on the boys?"

"I was," Stacy seemed reluctant to say more.

"Stace!" Miley pleaded, "Tell me what's going on..."

Stacy let out a resigned breath, knowing Miley wouldn't relent until she found out what was going on, "It's Charlie - he's freaking out."

"What?!" Miley squeaked. "He's not... he's not getting cold feet, is he?"

Stacy saw the anxiety in Miley's eyes, "Of course not, sweetie. He's just nervous about standing up in front of all those people. Don't worry yourself, Brian and I can handle it."

"Tell me what's happening," Miley insisted. "Maybe I can help."

"Okay," Stacy took a deep breath. "I went into the other changing room to check on the boys, like you asked. They were ready to go, except Charlie was pacing nervously - you know? And he was sort of fidgeting with his hands, like this..."

Miley watched Stacy's frantic movements as she mimicked Charlie, recognizing the way Charlie rubbed his hands together whenever he was nervous.

Stacy continued, "Brian told me Charlie's been a wreck all morning and that he's deathly afraid of being in front of a crowd."

Miley's eyes filled with concern, "Please tell me your plan isn't to get Charlie drunk."

Stacy shrugged helplessly, "I figured a shot or two would loosen him up."

Miley frowned, "Charlie has like, zero tolerance. You'll have him on the floor halfway through the second shot."

"I don't know what else to do," Stacy complained. She looked helplessly at the pile of bags, "I swore we brought some champagne?"

"I need to see him," Miley declared.

Stacy's eyes widened before she resolutely shook her head, "No. No way! Are you crazy? The ceremony is supposed to start in just over an hour. If Charlie sees you before --"

"It would be nice," Miley interrupted sarcastically, "if Charlie were upright when he vows to love me for the rest of his life. I can calm him down without getting him drunk."

"What can you possibly do?" Stacy fretted.

Miley gathered her skirt and started towards the door, "Just trust me, okay? I know my man."

Stacy didn't appear convinced but could see there would be no arguing with Miley, "All right, all right... let me go ahead and make sure the coast is clear. If Olivia catches you sneaking in to see Charlie she'll have both of our heads."

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Olivia White reached the last bench, attaching one final lacy flower arrangement to the wooden end-cap. She glanced over the rows to admire her handiwork; all the decorations were in place and everything looked beautiful. The day was perfect and soon the park glade would be bustling with friends and family to celebrate the wedding of her son. Olivia took a moment to enjoy the quiet, fondly remembering when her Charlie was but a small and awkward boy.

A voice came from behind her, "Everything looks great."

Olivia spun, a hand on her chest, "John, you startled me."

"Sorry," John muttered. "Were you busy praying Charlie would come to his senses?"

Olivia's looked amused by her husband's pessimism, "I think it's a little late for praying, don't you?"

"I'm joking," John said as he put his arm around her shoulders, "mostly."

Olivia leaned into her husband, "I know you feel Charlie's rushing into this, but the boy is in love. To be honest, I'm surprised it took him and Miley this long. When they first started dating I was worried Charlie would have a wife before he had a high school diploma."

John snorted, "I was more surprised when Charlie graduated before making us grandparents. Remember when Miley came to live with us?"

Olivia smiled at the memory, "No matter how many times we told them 'no funny-business' we couldn't keep Miley from sneaking into Charlie's room every night, could we?"

John took a second look around, "Well, at least Miley has a rich father and we didn't have to pay for this whole shin-dig."

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Miley crept through hallway in the park's chapel, clinging to the skirt of her gown and holding it up off the floor. Two rooms had been provided for the wedding party to use as changing areas, but they were on opposite ends of the chapel.

Stacy was leading the way with a hawkish eye. "This isn't right," she hissed, "no one is supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, especially not the groom! It's bad luck."

Miley glanced around cautiously, "It would be far worse luck if Charlie passes out before he can say 'I do', don't you think?"

Stacy gave Miley a worried look, but then nodded in agreement, "Are you sure you can calm him down?"

"Pretty sure," Miley commented dryly and knowingly.

Stacy stopped at a door, "Okay, this is the one. Hold on..."

Miley glanced warily over both shoulders while Stacy knocked.

There was a moment's hesitation before Brian poked his head through the door, "Hey babe, did you find any... Miley? What's she doing here?"

"She says she can calm Charlie down," Stacy whispered. "Is he still a nervous wreck?"

"He started pacing again," Brian whispered back, looking helpless.

"Let me in," Miley murmured urgently, "I'll take care of it."

Brian nodded, trusting Miley would know what to do. Miley always knew how to handle the stressful situations.

Slipping by him, Miley paused and squeezed Brian's arm fondly, "Stay by the door, okay? Don't let anyone in?"

"You got it," Brian promised.

Stacy offered a worried look after Miley went in to see Charlie and closed the door. "I hope she knows what she's doing."

"What's going on?" Brian asked, a bit clueless. "I thought the bride and groom aren't supposed to see each other before the wedding?"

Stacy shrugged, "I don't know what she's up to, but I better go make sure Olivia is occupied."

"Okay," Brian leaned and kissed Stacy's cheek. "I'll stay here and keep watch."

=====

Feeling completely miserable, Haley sat on her couch with a pint of ice cream watching a depressing romance movie on cable. She was supposed to have been at Miley's wedding, Haley loved weddings, but following recent events she was sure Jack Andrews wanted nothing more to do with her.

Things had gotten out of hand between Haley and Miley. Ever since Miley punched her in a movie theater, when Haley was on a date with Brian, Haley had been doing her best to get back at her former friend. Tensions between the two escalated quickly. Miley's father, Jack, was unwittingly stuck in the middle.

After Miley found out about Haley and Sam's plot to break Brian and Stacy up, Haley had no doubt Miley would tell her father about everything, which meant the end of Haley's relationship with Jack. That was the worst part of the whole mess, since Haley truly cared for Jack -- her relationship with him wasn't part of any scheme to get back at Miley.

Haley sighed in disgust, but her misery was interrupted by the apartment doorbell. Setting her ice cream aside, Haley curled herself off the couch to answer.

"Jack?"

Standing in a tailored tuxedo, Jack raised his eyebrows at Haley's sweatpants and tee shirt (which had a recent stain from ice cream), "Uh... did I forget to mention the wedding is formal?"

"Wedding?" Haley blinked, "you still want me to -?"

"I didn't tell you the wrong day, did I?"

"No," Haley shook her head. "You told me the right day, but... haven't you talked to Miley, recently?"

"Of course," Jack replied. "Why?"

Haley had no way of knowing what, if anything, Miley had told her father.

"She didn't mention anything about a girl named Sam? Or a fist-fight on the lawn in front of Miley's apartment?"

Jack tilted his head, "What are you talking about? Miley was in a fight with a girl named Sam?"

Haley couldn't believe it! Jack seemed completely unaware.

"Um, nothing. Forget it. I'm so sorry - I'm an idiot."

"Is everything okay?" Jack wondered.

"I forgot," Haley lied. "I totally spaced. I thought the wedding was tomorrow. Can you give me, like, fifteen minutes? My dress is in the closet."

Jack chuckled and checked his watch, "Can you make it ten? Thankfully they're taking pictures after the ceremony, but I'd like to be there in time to walk my baby girl down the aisle."

=====

Charlie looked devastatingly handsome in his tuxedo, a classic style featuring a black bow tie and cummerbund. The only problem was he couldn't get his shock of brown hair to cooperate. If only he could see Miley -- she always seemed to make his hair look right with one simple brush of her hand.

"...trick is to picture everyone naked," Brian was saying behind him.

"My grandma is going to be here," Charlie fidgeted in front of a mirror, pushing his hair this way and that. "Why would I want to picture my grandma without any clothes on?"

Brian made a foul expression, "You're right, dude. Forget I said anything."

"Where did Stacy go?" Charlie asked as he started nervously pacing again. "I could really use that drink."

"Maybe that's her now," Brian moved to the door after a quiet knock.

While Brian checked the door, Charlie continued to pace and thought back to his freshman year of college at Brown University. He recalled the Speech class he took first semester, and how his knees would knock whenever he had to speak in front of the class. And that was only a dozen people! There would be ten times that number, outside.

A familiar voice interrupted Charlie from his worries.

"...baby...?"

Charlie turned to Miley's voice as she slipped into the room. His breath was literally stolen from his body when he saw how absolutely gorgeous she looked, "M-Miley?"

"I'm here, baby." Miley hoisted the skirt of her gown and shuffled towards him, "I heard you're a little nervous?"

Charlie wrapped her in his arms when Miley collided into him, "What are you doing in here? I'm not supposed to see you..."

Miley clung to him tightly, "That's just a silly old superstition."

The two young lovers held each other close for several extended moments, each one happy to be in the other's presence. Neither Charlie nor Miley held any regard for the tradition of separation between bride and groom prior to ceremony; it was their day and they wanted to be together.

"You look so amazing," Charlie whispered.

Miley beamed a smile and let him go, "You too. That tux looks so awesome on you."

Charlie blushed, "You didn't have to come, I think I'll be okay. It's just that I've never felt comfortable with crowds."

Miley reached for Charlie's pants, "I'll take care of everything. Besides, I wanted to see you."

"Whoa!" Charlie lifted his arms unsurely and looked down towards his groin, "Miley, what are you doing?"

"You just need to cum," she remarked cutely, pulling open the buttons of Charlie's fly. "You always relax after you have a nice, good cum."

"Now?!" Charlie couldn't believe it. "We're getting married in an hour, can't this wait until tonight?"

Miley couldn't get past the wall of Charlie's briefs, so she unfastened his tuxedo pants completely and tugged them down his thighs, "Don't worry. Brian's keeping watch."

"I can't believe you're doing this," Charlie watched as she pulled on the elastic waistband of his briefs, drawing them down his hips.

Miley's gauzy skirt made a rustling sound as she squatted in front of Charlie. He was completely flaccid, but Miley needed him hard. Grabbing his cock, she opened her lips wide and began feeding his length into her mouth.

"Oh my god," Charlie moaned, his inhibitions evaporating when he felt the tip of his cock slide along the roof of Miley's mouth.

She could feel his erection inflating against her lips, his cock turning rigid and hard. Swathing his soft underside with her tongue, Miley suckled and licked him until Charlie had a full-blown erection. Drawing her mouth back, she worked her lips over the ridge of his crown before allowing his head to pop free of her mouth.

"I can't wait to marry you," Miley whispered, looking up at Charlie with doe-like eyes. She stroked him in her hand to keep him hard and pulsing, "I'm finally going to be your woman, Charlie. I'll speak an oath in front of everyone we know, swearing to be your woman for as long as we both live."

"You've always been my girl," Charlie murmured.

"I know," Miley cooed, dipping her head and lapping at Charlie's scrotum. "But now I'll be your wife, too. My body will be your property, Charlie, for you to fuck and fill with babies whenever you want to."

Charlie knew Miley's dirty-talk had always been exaggeration mixed with truth, but that made it no less arousing. It turned him on to imagine Miley's sexy body as his play-thing.

"You own my virginity," Miley continued, pumping his saliva-coated erection in her hand. "Your cock will be the only cock that ever enters my pussy. I'll be your wife and that means my pussy belongs to you. Whenever you want it I'll spread my legs so you can stick this gigantic thing inside me and take your pleasure from your wife."

"Jesus Christ," Charlie moaned, his cock leaping in Miley's hand.

She put him back in her mouth, gripping the base of his shaft tightly and aiming it straight ahead so she could push as much of his nine inches down her throat as possible. Miley was a gagger, unable to suppress the reflex, but she adamantly refused to let that stop her from deep-throating as much of Charlie's length as possible.

The constrictions of Miley's choking throat muscles were unbelievably pleasurable, clenching and massaging Charlie's cock. Her drool leaked from between Miley's lips and ran along the bottom of Charlie's shaft -- the portion she couldn't fit into her mouth -- dripping to gather in his pubic hair.

After one of the most pleasurable minutes Charlie had ever felt, Miley spit him out and gasped for air. Her saliva saturated his rock-hard shaft, strands of it stretching between his cock and her lips.

"Do you remember taking my virginity, lover?"

"Y-yeah," Charlie answered, his voice quivering with arousal. "W-we were in my bedroom, at my parents place..."

"You fucked me good," Miley whispered hotly. "Your big dick made my little pussy all bloody, but you fucked it so good, Charlie. You made me a woman that day. You made me your woman, by claiming me with this gigantic cock of yours."

Charlie closed his eyes as Miley ran her hand up and down his length, "I remember."

While pumping him swiftly, her fist bumping against the ridge of his cockhead, Miley continued her dirty-talk.

"Do you remember taking my ass for the first time? You stripped me out of that sexy prom dress you bought me before sticking your cock into my innocent, little bottom. Do you remember that, Charlie?"

"Of course," he whispered hoarsely.

"You just had to stick your cock into my butt, didn't you? You nearly tore me in half, Charlie, but I took it. I took it because I'm your woman and it's my job to take your cock."

Miley took a moment to rub Charlie's shaft against the corner of her mouth, briefly letting it slip between her lips and jab against the inside of her cheek. She suckled the head, flicking her tongue on the underside of it, using every technique she knew to drive Charlie towards an orgasm.

"Every time you fuck my horny little pussy I feel this thing poking into my womb, wanting to shoot your babies into me. God, Charlie... your babies. Your cock always shoots out so many babies. You've shot them into my cunt, down my throat, and into my ass. Your babies have been all over my tits, on my face, and in my hair. You love shooting your babies onto me, don't you? Your hot, gooey little baby-seeds."

Charlie gasped at the dirty, verbal assault, "Oh fuck, Miley... I'm going to cum..."

Not wanting to get his mess on her, Miley wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and jerked his shaft vigorously. She milked him with firm, squeezing strokes until Charlie's legs nearly gave in. His orgasm suddenly filled her mouth with a gush of hot fluid. It was impossible for Miley to contain it, no matter how fast she worked her throat. Globbing spurts of semen leaked from the corners of her mouth to hang obscenely from her lips and cheeks.

As Miley was attempting to swallow Charlie's pleasure, the door into the large changing room suddenly opened.

"Wait!" Brian was panicking outside, trying to block entry to a middle-aged woman in a tight green dress. "You can't go in there...!"

"Unhand me! I want to see my daughter before the --"

Victoria froze after pushing her way past Brian, her eyes widening at the sight before her, "Oh my god!"

Miley choked in surprise, some of Charlie's semen escaping to hang off her chin, "Mother?!"

Charlie burst into motion, quickly grabbing the hem of his briefs and pulling them up over his still-erect cock.

"Dude..." Brian muttered with a mixture of shock and envy in his voice.

Miley rose to stand beside Charlie. She subtly lifted a pair of fingers to her lips to gather any spilt semen off her face, pushing Charlie's cum neatly into her mouth.

"Miley!" Victoria gasped, shocked at her daughter's repulsive act. "What is going on in here?!"

"Nothing you were supposed to see," Miley muttered in an annoyed tone.

Charlie busied himself by tucking his shirt in and fastening his tuxedo pants.

Brian wanted to be anywhere else and backed out the doorway, "I'm, uh... I'll be outside if anyone needs anything."

Victoria aimed her ire at Charlie, "I always knew you were a filthy boy, corrupting my daughter with your vile urges! Ever since I caught you in my house two years ago, soiling her with your disgusting perversions, I knew you were unsuitable for her!"

Charlie winced, recalling the situation she spoke of; Victoria had caught Charlie and Miley in the exact same situation shortly after they first began dating. The irony was beyond him.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 28



Miley rolled her eyes, fed up with Victoria's constant disapproval towards Charlie, "That's enough, mother. Leave Charlie alone. What are you even doing here? I don't remember sending you an invitation."

Victoria's eyes narrowed, "Do you really think I'd miss my own daughter's wedding?"

"Yes," Miley seethed, pushing and smoothing at her gown's lacy skirt. "That's exactly what I what I was thinking when I didn't send you an invitation. As for my sex life, and every other aspect of my life, you can very kindly butt the hell out!"

Victoria's voice had an edge of danger, "If you think I'm going to allow this wedding to happen, after what I just saw, you're fooling yourselves. It's obvious you both are nothing but irresponsible children! I'm calling this off right now."

Miley's fists balled at her side, her fuse flaring, but before she could act irrationally Miley felt Charlie's hand upon her shoulder.

"Get out," Charlie said, stepping between Miley and her mother.

"Excuse me?" Victoria gasped.

Charlie was tired of Victoria as well. She had always frightened him more than a little, but Charlie decided he'd had enough. Miley was to be his wife -- it was his duty to defend and protect her. Even from her own mother.

"You need to leave. Miley's with me now, she's going to be my wife. You can't scare me away with your empty threats, or buy me off with your bottomless checkbook. You need to stop trying to come between us, or you're going to lose your daughter forever... if you haven't lost her already."

Victoria looked flustered, "I am not going anywhere without my daugh-"

"If you don't leave," Charlie interrupted, "I will call the police and inform them how you are trying to forcibly prevent us from our legal right to marry. I'm sure they'd also be interested to learn of your recent attempts at bribery and coercion, especially since I still have that un-cashed check you gave me to leave your daughter."

Miley clasped Charlie's arm tightly and took her place beside him, "And just for the record, you've already lost me forever. Get the fuck out of my life, Victoria, and wherever dark hole you crawl into -- stay there."

Victoria stared at the couple, but neither Charlie nor Miley backed down. "Very well," she relented, lifting a snobbish chin. "But you'll regret this, Millicent. One day you'll need me, and I'll remember this moment."

"Not likely," Miley muttered as Victoria turned for the door.

Charlie exhaled when Victoria was finally gone.

Brian peeked through the doorway, "Um, everything okay in here? I think they're almost ready for us, Charlie."

"Give us a minute?" Charlie asked.

Brian nodded, "Whenever you're ready, dude. Take your time." He gently pulled the door closed.

Miley turned to Charlie and raised an amused brow, "Bribery and coercion?"

Charlie grinned and lifted a shoulder, "I thought it sounded good."

Miley giggled, "I watched you rip up that check she tried to bribe you with. You threw it away."

"She doesn't know that."

Miley threw her arms around Charlie's neck, "You were amazing! When you told her I was your wife, I swear I could feel it between my legs. That was so sexy, baby. I want to be your wife so bad..."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Charlie worried. "That was kind of intense..."

Miley nodded and gave him a quick kiss, "I'm not letting her spoil our day."

Charlie nuzzled his nose against hers, "That was an amazing blowjob, by the way."

Miley beamed, "That was nothing. Just wait until tonight! Now c'mon, let's go get married."

Charlie nodded, "Wait, can you fix my hair, first?"

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The many guests were seated among makeshift pews, a long red carpet forming an aisle between the two sides. A robe-clad pastor stood in front of a small podium, a middle-aged man who seemed to constantly smile. Charlie and Brian had taken their places to the pastor's left.

As they awaited Stacy and Miley's approach, Brian leaned close to Charlie. "You couldn't wait until tonight before getting a blowjob?" he whispered teasingly.

"It was Miley's idea," Charlie whispered back, trying his best not to laugh. "Look, here comes Stace. She looks beautiful."

Brian watched as Stacy made her way down the aisle. Dressed in a gorgeous red gown and carrying a bouquet of flowers, she looked every bit as beautiful as Miley. She winked towards Brian before taking her place on the other side of the pastor.

Once Stacy was in place all the guests turned in their seats to watch Miley. Her gown was radiant in the sun and she had a bright smile permanently decorating her face. Her father walked beside her, Jack's arm clutched tightly by hers.

"Are you sure he's the one you want?" Jack joked in his daughter's ear as they walked together. He knew full well no known planetary force could change Miley's mind.

Miley looked up at her father, "I love him so much."

Jack nodded, "I'm proud of you, honey. You've grown up to become a wonderful young woman. I'm glad Charlie makes you happy, I think you've chosen well in him."

Miley fought back her tears and smiled, "I love you, daddy."

Charlie watched Jack kiss his daughter's cheek, a lump gathering in his throat. He couldn't hardly look at Miley without his gut aching -- she was that beautiful. His mind raced through the previous two years and the many events which led to that moment.

"Take care of my little girl," Jack said, distracting Charlie from his musings.

"Thank you, sir." Charlie shook his hand, "I will."

Jack turned to take his seat on the front pew, next to Haley, but paused near Olivia and John to quietly greet and congratulate them.

Miley looked over the crowd for a moment, feeling a hundred set of eyes staring her way. Miley's family was a scattered one, but she saw a few of her relatives; cousins, mostly. Many of her university classmates were there, and even some old friends from high school like Adrian Miller. On the other side, Miley saw Charlie's brother Edward seated next to Olivia and John. Many of Charlie's other family members were behind his parents. She quickly recognized one of Charlie's aunts, as well as his sweet old grandmother -- the one who told Miley she didn't have good birthing hips. Even Chip and Theo were there, looking dapper in suits.

Miley briefly thought of Sam. Charlie had insisted they send her an invitation, despite everything that had happened between her, Brian, and Haley, but Miley didn't see her. She wondered if Sam was still in Tallahassee, or if she had moved back to Miami or elsewhere. Miley didn't have time to dwell on thoughts of Sam, however, before Charlie's pastor began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered her today..."

Miley turned to find Charlie's eyes already on hers. She smiled at him, so absorbed in the way he was looking at her that she completely tuned out the pastor. For the first eighteen years of her life Miley had imagined marrying a Nobel Prize-winning billionaire athlete, but those girlish fantasies had vanished after the fateful day she pushed Charlie into a high school bathroom nearly two years prior. Since that moment, he had been the only boy to dominate her thoughts. Every day her regard for him intensified. Miley couldn't wait to say 'I do'.

"In lieu of traditional vows," the pastor was saying, "both the bride and the groom have prepared their own statements. Charlie?"

Charlie cleared his throat and moved forward to take his bride's hand, "Miley, I've been in love with you my whole life. I was in love with you before I even knew what love was. I remember the first time I saw you. We were in elementary school, and you had really pretty hair..."

Charlie's comment elicited several endearing chuckles from the crowd and Miley had to choke back her tears.

"You were the one," Charlie continued. "You were the one I compared all other girls against, and none of them ever measured up. As we got older, I never thought a day like today would be possible. You were out of my league and out of my reach. But you showed me that none of us should ever give up on our dreams, because I'm living proof that dreams do come true. I love you, Millicent Andrews. I will love you for the rest of our days and beyond."

Brian nudged Charlie's elbow and handed him a wedding band. Tears of joy were slowly escaping from Miley's eyes when Charlie slid the ring onto the appropriate finger. Stacy too, kept wiping at her cheeks.

The pastor turned and indicated it was Miley's turn.

Miley sniffled and gave up on resisting her tears, "Charlie... you changed my whole life. You showed me what's really important in this world and to never cast judgment upon things based solely on what I see of their surface. Now, I look at things deeper, so I can find what's beneath. Not only did you teach me to see other people for who they really are, you also showed me things about myself I never knew were there. You give me confidence and self-esteem every time you look at me, because you make me feel so special - like a queen. You will always be my man, Charlie White, you and no other. I will always love you, for the rest of our days and beyond."

Stacy was a mess of tears when she offered the ring Miley slipped onto Charlie's hand.

The pastor smiled at the exchange, "Charlie, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Charlie nodded, "I do."

"And Miley, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Miley beamed an emphatic smile, having waited to speak the words since she was a little girl, "Of course I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I present you as man and wife. Charlie, you may now kiss your bride."

Joyous cheers came from those in attendance when Charlie took Miley in his arms, their kiss long and heartfelt. Miley looked radiant when they broke the kiss, her smile competing with the sun in brightness.

PART 2 -- Newlyweds

=================

Brian awoke suddenly, wondering where he was. He hated that feeling -- waking up in a strange place. It usually meant he had too much to drink the night previous.

"Hey," Stacy said from the bed beside him. She was sitting up, flipping through a magazine.

Remembering he was in the hotel Charlie and Miley had their wedding reception at, Brian relaxed. "Hey," he replied. "What time is it?"

"Almost noon," Stacy flipped a page.

"Have you been up long?" Brian asked, using thumb and forefinger to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.

"Sort of. I woke up early and had breakfast with Charlie and Miley before they left for the airport, but then I came back to bed and slept a little while."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

Stacy smiled, watching Brian rise from bed. "You were sleeping so soundly," she said, closing her magazine.

Brian staggered towards the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could continue the conversation, "I was tired. What a party, huh? What time did we finally go to bed?"

"It was after five."

The sound of Brian's urination landing into the toilet came out of the bathroom, "Did we have sex?"

Stacy laughed, "Yes."

"Cool, did I wear a condom?"

"Yes," Stacy rolled her eyes. "But that doesn't matter."

Brian shook the last few drops out and pulled his boxers back up, appearing once more from the bathroom. "What do you mean it doesn't matter? Given our history --"

"If I got pregnant I would just have it," Stacy interrupted, staring intently at him. "I would marry you, and have it."

Brian was surprised by the conviction in Stacy's voice as well as her expression.

"I let fear get the better of me when I was pregnant. I won't let that happen again. I love you Brian, I know that now."

Brian stood in the bathroom's doorway and grinned, "So, you want to marry me?"

Stacy grinned back. "Someday," she teased.

"You should have said something yesterday; I bet we could have talked the pastor into a bulk deal."

Stacy giggled, "Yeah right, like Miley would ever let anyone steal her thunder on her wedding day."

Brian had to nod in agreement with that, "You think the newlyweds are air-born yet?"

Stacy glanced at a bedside clock, "Yep, they might even be over Mexico by now."

An audible exhale escaped Brian, "I can't believe they're finally married. It seems like we've spent a lifetime watching all the silly drama between those two, but it's only been two and a half years."

"I don't know," Stacy shrugged. "We've had our fair share of drama, ourselves."

"Yeah," Brian agreed quietly, moving back to the bed to sit beside Stacy. "But at least our drama was real, you know?"

Stacy offered a curious look, "What do you mean?"

"We've gone through some real shit," Brian explained, "you know? Like your pregnancy. But whenever Charlie and Miley have a problem, it's like... stupid shit. Remember when Miley was pissed about Charlie not asking her to prom?"

Stacy laughed, "Oh my god, don't remind me. Did I ever tell you that Miley accused me of sleeping with Charlie when I was teaching him how to dance?"

Brian snapped his fingers in remembrance, "Remember that time when they were seeing who could go the longest without sex?"

"That was awful," Stacy recalled. "Miley was such a cranky hag that whole time!"

"I forget - which of them gave in?"

"Miley," Stacy chuckled, "I think."

"Figures," Brian snorted.

=====

A beautiful woman appeared in the narrow aisle between seats, pushing a cart, "Hi. Can I get you another Diet?"

"No thanks," Miley answered the stewardess.

"How about you, sir?"

Charlie turned a distracted glance from the airplane window, "Huh?"

"Sorry," Miley grinned, "This is only my husband's second time flying."

"Quite all right," the stewardess smiled back. "More Mountain Dew, sir?"

"Oh," Charlie shook his head. "No. Thanks though."

"Enjoying the view?" Miley giggled after the stewardess moved on.

Charlie looked back through his seat-side window, "This is so cool. We're actually above the clouds, looking down at them."

Miley watched Charlie as he stared out the window, his expression child-like. She enjoyed how Charlie didn't try to hide his boyish tendencies behind a macho front.

"I can't believe your dad paid for us to spend two weeks in Cancun for our honeymoon," Charlie said, leaning so close to the window his forehead was practically against the glass.

"I know, right? And the best part is I won't miss any school, since we're on the holiday break. Plus, we'll be back in time for Christmas."

Charlie suddenly pointed, "Check it out, I think that's Cuba."

Miley leaned close to whisper, "That's pretty cool, hon, but I know of an even better view."

Charlie looked at her curiously.

"Meet me in the bathroom," she suggested, unfastening her seatbelt. Miley rose, her tanned legs on full display beneath a pair of faded jean shorts. Her navel-baring top was also skimpy; it had thread-like straps which revealed her shoulders and arms.

"Miley, wait! I don't think we should --"

"I'll give you sixty seconds," Miley said, sucking on her finger. "Then I'm starting without you."

Charlie leaned way over to look around the seat, watching Miley's sexy butt sway as she moved towards the restrooms. "Damn," he said, quickly fumbling with his own seatbelt.

Moving through the first-class section, Charlie reached the middle of the plane and discovered four restroom doors -- all of which appeared occupied. He had no idea which one to choose.

"Miley?" he hissed, hoping she'd hear his whisper.

One of the doors opened and Charlie assumed it was Miley, but an elderly woman stepped out. The woman gave Charlie a dirty look, as though she knew exactly what he was up to, before moving into the coach section. Another door cracked open and a slender arm jutted out, grabbing the collar of Charlie's brown 'Wolverine' tee-shirt.

Charlie crowded into the tiny chamber as Miley locked the door behind him with a latching slide. There was barely enough room for them to stand and their bodies were pressed tightly against one another.

"Want to join the Mile High Club?" Miley asked with a mischievous smile. She was already unbuttoning her shorts.

"What if someone hears us?" Charlie whispered, ever the cautious one.

Miley moved her hips from side to side to work her tight shorts and panties down, "What are they going to do, put us in airplane jail?"

"I think they put you in real jail," Charlie worried.

Miley lifted herself to sit on the stainless steel sink, "Come on, Charlie. Don't you want to fuck your sexy wife?"

"Yeah, but..."

Charlie's concerns were ignored as Miley reached for his pants, working the button and zipper free.

"I haven't gotten your cock since last night," Miley complained, referring to their marathon sex the night of their wedding. She grasped his penis, "I've been so horny since we got married, baby. I need my husband's cock in me."

"God damn you turn me on when you talk like that," Charlie replied, his inhibitions melting. He grabbed Miley's ankles as they dangled over the sink, lifting her legs up. Her knees pointed into the air, shorts and panties stretched between them.

Miley stuck a hand through her legs and aimed Charlie's cock at the entrance of her slit. He wasn't fully erect yet, but she was moist enough where it didn't matter. "Oh, fuck," Miley cursed when she felt the intrusion, "that's what I needed."

Charlie grabbed Miley's naked ass, which was hanging over the bowl of the sink, and began to hump himself into her. His erection quickly grew and thickened within her moist channel.

"Make sure you cum good and deep," Miley said, throwing her arms around Charlie's neck to help balance herself. "Otherwise you'll be leaking out of me for the rest of the plane ride."

Charlie leaned forward to press his lips against hers. The weight of his body pinned Miley's bent legs between them and his thrusts caused his thighs to bump into the sink cabinet. She replied eagerly, mouthing and sucking on Charlie's tongue.

It didn't take long for Miley to orgasm. Her nails dug into the thin cotton of Charlie's tee-shirt at his shoulders, and her moan vibrated against his lips. Fluids leaked from her sex onto the edge of the sink, causing Miley's butt to slip against the steel surface, but there was nowhere for her ass to go.

"I'm cumming," Miley squeaked as quietly as she could, breaking their kiss. A strand of shared saliva clung to each of their mouths, stretching between them.

Charlie's hands dug into the flesh of Miley's ass as his own orgasm approached. She sensed his impending explosion the way Charlie's face twisted in pleasurable agony.

"Cum with me," Miley gasped, her voice hushed. "Cum inside your wife."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned, humping rapidly against the bottoms of her legs.

When he felt the boiling surge Charlie pushed his hips forward and plunged his cock as far as he could. Miley grunted at the penetration, feeling his length poke into the darkest depths of her womanhood. Her palms splayed against the back of Charlie's shoulders to hold him close, his hips bucking against her. Miley felt the warm gush of semen upon her insides, causing her legs to tremble.

Charlie had to choke back his screams, gasping for air after he was finally spent.

The whole encounter lasted no more than two minutes.

Miley nuzzled her cheek against Charlie's and she held him close while they recovered, "That was so fucking hot, baby. God that felt good."

"Do you think anyone heard us?" Charlie wondered, regaining his cautious senses.

Miley giggled at his worry, "You better go out first, I'll be right behind you. I need to clean myself up."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 28



Charlie nodded, withdrawing himself from Miley's sex and squatting to pull his pants up. He saw that Miley's thighs and butt cheeks were glistening from the fluids of their union, "You're the sexiest woman alive, do you know that?"

Miley hopped off the sink, her form bumping against Charlie in the crowded space, "Yes, but only because that's the way you make me feel when you look at me."

The pair kissed, adventurous smiles decorating both of their faces, before Charlie snuck out to a clear coast.

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Cancun was a dream made true for a sun-bunny like Miley. Jack had arranged for her and Charlie to stay within the honeymoon suite of a four-star hotel situated within Cancun's tourist strip -- situated right upon the Gulf beach. She spent every morning their first week there sunning herself in the sand before the day grew warm. That was, of course, after sex with Charlie.

The newlyweds made love every morning, usually shortly after waking. They often engaged in more lovemaking early in the afternoon, after lunch, when the rest of the city was on siesta. The evenings held two to three more sessions, following whatever other activities the couple engaged in.

Miley was glowing from all the sex and sun as she luxuriated upon a towel, a floppy hat and sunglasses shielding her eyes. A pink bikini provided the absolute minimum amount of modesty. Normally Miley liked to tan nude on the roof of their apartment building, since Charlie found her sexier without tan lines, but she didn't want to start a riot on the crowded beach.

As it was, hardly a male eye wasn't drawn to Miley's golden frame whenever a man walked by in the sand. Charlie sat beside her, watching a tanned group of muscled men stroll by who made no secret of their admiration of Miley. One of them even lowered his sunglasses to see her body more clearly.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Charlie wondered, glancing down at his own slender frame. Charlie didn't have a well-defined body, appearing lanky and skinny in his billowy swim trunks.

Miley giggled, oblivious to all of her admirers, "Isn't that supposed to be something I ask you?"

"I'm serious," Charlie stated. "I feel like the skinny guy in one of those old Charles Atlas comic book ads."

"Huh?" Miley glanced at him.

"Never mind," Charlie muttered.

Miley teased, "Are you getting jealous of all the boys looking at me?"

"Yeah," Charlie admitted.

"Don't worry, baby. All the girls would be looking at you too, if you were wearing a Speedo. They wouldn't be able to take their eyes off your massive bulge."

Charlie laughed, "I could never wear one of those things; I'd be so embarrassed."

Miley giggled, "I have a picture of my dad in one. He and my mo... Victoria took their Honeymoon in Europe. He had a mustache too."

"Jack had a mustache?"

Miley nodded amusedly, "He totally looked like a porn star."

"Speaking of your father," Charlie mused, "how come you never told him about your ongoing war with Haley? I thought you would, so I was surprised to see her at the wedding."

Miley sighed, "Even though she's a total hose-bag slut, she seems to make dad really happy. I guess as long as she doesn't hurt him, I don't want to be behind them breaking up. I'll be willing to call a truce if she does."

"What about your mom?" Charlie wondered. "Do you think we've seen the last of her?"

"Probably not," Miley admitted reluctantly, rolling to lie on her stomach. "Will you unsnap my bikini strap, baby?"

Charlie reached to undo the fastener, exposing Miley's entire back.

"If Victoria doesn't show up before, she will as soon we have a baby," Miley knew.

Charlie frowned at the notion, "I'm not sure who would make a worse grandmother, Victoria or Haley."

"Oh my god," Miley giggled, "I never even thought of that. Can you imagine if Haley married my dad? We'd have to hang on holidays."

"That wouldn't be so bad," Charlie teased, "As long as I didn't catch you two making out under the mistletoe."

Miley sucked in an offended gasp and turned to swat Charlie's hip, "That's not fair! I only kissed her twice."

Charlie chuckled, "We sure have been through a lot, haven't we?"

Miley nodded, "And now we're married. I'm Mrs. White... god, that still sounds weird."

"That reminds me, if we have a son I want to name him 'Casper'."

"Casper White?" Miley stuck her tongue out. "Charlie, that's an awful name. If we have a boy, I want to name him after one of our fathers -- John or Jack."

"I like Jack," Charlie conceded.

Miley beamed, "You're making me want to go make a baby."

"Want to skip lunch?" Charlie asked with a twinkle to his eye.

Miley glanced at him before nodding, quickly rising to refasten her bikini top. Charlie hastily gathered their things.

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Sam pushed her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose before pushing a nervous hand through her hair, glancing at a clock on the wall. A buzzing noise came from her left and Sam glanced to see a secretary pick up her phone.

The older woman hung up and looked Sam's way, "Mr. Johnson will see you now."

Rising from the waiting room chair, Sam brushed a wrinkle out of her knee-length skirt and walked through a door the secretary indicated. The office within was large, with book-lined shelves and framed educational credentials. A middle-aged gentleman in a suit sat behind an immense desk. He stood politely when Sam entered the room.

"Hello, Miss Iverson. Please, sit."

"Thank you," Sam murmured, smoothing her skirt before sitting.

"Now," Mr. Johnson looked down at a case folder on his desk, "what is it I can do for you today?"

"Well," Sam cleared her throat, "two of my former colleagues are about to enter a lucrative publishing agreement with Marvel comics. Their project contains portions of my intellectual property, and I'd like to sue for compensation."

[to be continued]



Beauty and the Geek Ch. 29



Stopping upon the sidewalk at a corner of two intersecting streets, Brian needed to pause and catch a breath. His lungs burned and his legs felt like flimsy rubber ready to give way beneath him. He didn't know how long he had been running, nor how far, but when he looked around it dawned upon him where he was. He hadn't had any destination in mind when he left his house, but somehow he had ended up outside the apartment building where Samantha lived. In the back of his mind Brian knew at some point he would have to confront her.

Wiping the short sleeve of his sweat-soaked tee across his forehead, Brian approached the apartment's entrance. He stared at a call-button he had pressed many times before while dating Samantha, contemplating how badly he wanted to push it.

"Brian?" said a high-pitched voice from behind.

Brian spun to see a short girl with dark tangled hair, several strands of it falling across her thick-rimmed glasses. "Sam," he swallowed, "hey."

"What are you doing here?" she asked, taking note of Brian's sweatpants and the way his grey shirt clung to his torso from sweat.

"I was out for a run," Brian replied. "I guess I've wanted to talk to you, because somehow I ended up here."

Sam dug in her purse for apartment keys as she approached Brian and the door, "You shouldn't be here. My attorney advised me that I shouldn't have any contact with you or Charlie."

Brian stepped out of the way of the door. "Why are you doing this?" he asked bluntly.

Sam held the keys in her hand and looked at Brian, her eyes softening. Despite her best efforts, she still cared for him; still wanted him in her life. She realized it was over between them but had regretted her attempt to come between him and his girlfriend. She hoped some day they could be friends again.

"Wasn't it bad enough that you faked a pregnancy in an attempt to break me and Stacy up? Now you're trying to ruin my comic book?"

"I'm not trying to ruin it," Sam murmured without conviction. "I just want what I'm entitled to."

"What does that mean?" Brian wondered, maintaining a calm tone. "You're suing Charlie and me for intellectual property, but we created Captain Darkness when we were in high school -- long before we ever met you."

"I had a lot of input for the initial twelve issues, your first story-arc," Sam argued. "When you and Charlie were at his apartment every day last summer working, I was there a lot too!" She sniffled, trying her hardest not to cry, "A lot of those story ideas were mine, Brian, and you and Charlie just cut me out after we broke up. I bet my name won't even be mentioned in the credits of your comic."

Brian blinked, unable to refute Sam's words.

"I'm not disputing you and Charlie's ownership of Captain Darkness," Sam continued explaining. "I would just like to be compensated for the first twelve issues Marvel commissioned you for. The issues I helped craft."

Sam lifted her keys to open the apartment's entrance, having spoken her mind, "I'll see you in court, Brian."

"Wait," Brian blurted. "Sam, wait."

Sam sniffed again, pausing against her better judgment.

"What if we gave you a third of the profits from the first twelve issues? Plus, I'll make sure you're credited in each issue as a co-plotter."

Sam gave Brian's words a disbelieving stare.

"We never meant to cut you out," Brian explained. "I never... I never meant for any of this to happen, with the book or between you and me. I'm sorry I cheated on you, I'm sorry we broke up... I'm sorry about all of it. You're right, you deserve credit for your story ideas."

Sam contemplated Brian's offer for a moment, "Will Charlie agree?"

"He's in Mexico on his honeymoon right now," Brian noted, "but yeah, I'm positive he won't have a problem with it. You know Charlie, he's a fair guy."

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Miley stamped her bare foot on the floor, "Charlie, you're being completely unreasonable!"

"But I want to go to the beach," Charlie complained, facing Miley within their hotel room. "We've already done it twice today, and it's not even noon yet."

Miley folded stern arms across her bikini top and made a dejected expression, "How am I going to get pregnant if you don't make love to me? We've been trying for weeks and I'm still not knocked-up."

"You're going to wear me out, you know that? What's the hurry, anyway?"

"I want to be a mommy," Miley pouted cutely.

Charlie sighed and approached his wife, wrapping her into his arms.

Miley clasped him and pressed the side of her face against Charlie's tee-shirt-covered chest, "Do you think there's something wrong with me? You've been pumping me full of your stuff ever since we decided to get pregnant, but nothing happens."

Charlie caressed his hand through Miley's mass of dark curls, "There's nothing wrong with you, we just need to be patient and let nature run its course."

"Maybe I should see a doctor just in case," Miley suggested sagely. "Do you think there are any fertility doctors here in Cancun?"

"We're not seeing a fertility doctor in Mexico," Charlie stated firmly. "It'll have to wait until we get home next week."

"Fine," Miley reluctantly relented. "But I want to take one more pregnancy test before we go to the beach."

"You're becoming obsessed," Charlie warned.

"I have to pee anyway," Miley noted, padding in bare feet into the adjoining bathroom. Various bikinis hung from the shower rod and wadded-up beach towels littered the floor. Miley made a foul face at the mess, "Geez, when does housekeeping come?"

Charlie followed her and snorted, "Reminds me of our apartment." He opened a small travel bag on the bathroom counter and found a box of drug store pregnancy tests.

Unbuttoning her skimpy jean shorts, Miley pushed them down her legs to sit on the toilet. She wasn't wearing underwear and her mons had been recently shaved free of pubic hair.

"This is the last one," Charlie remarked, pulling a wrapped stick out of the box. He tore open the wrapper to remove a white-colored stick of plastic.

"Already?" Miley sounded mystified.

"You've been burning through about a dozen of these things a day," Charlie reminded, offering her the test.

Miley glanced at the stick briefly before lowering it between her thighs. "I hope being pregnant makes my boobs grow," she said, unconcerned with how many tests it took.

"But then you'd have to buy all new bras," Charlie joked.

Miley giggled, "I'll need a whole new wardrobe once I'm pregnant. You know - clothes that'll fit around my baby bump."

The tell-tale tinkling sounds came from the toilet beneath Miley and both of them went quiet with anticipation. Neither of them truly expected different results, but hope is sometimes a difficult flame to quench. When she was done, Miley lifted the test stick and stared at a small indicator window. She asked, "What color do we want?"

Charlie looked at the box in his hand and read the directions for the hundredth time that week, "Baby blue. If it's blue that means the test is positive."

"Isn't positive bad?" Miley asked, wiping between her legs with a square of toilet paper.

"Huh?"

"Positive is bad. Whenever you're waiting at the doctors for tests you want negative results. Negative is good, positive is bad."

"Not in this case," Charlie assured her.

Miley looked confused, "Are you positive?"

Charlie shook his head, "No, we want the test to be positive."

Miley's face twisted, "Huh?"

"Positive is bad when you're testing for cancer," Charlie explained. "But it's good when you're testing for pregnancy."

"Oh yeah," Miley nodded, finally agreeing. She stared at the plastic stick, as though she could produce a positive result through sheer force of will.

Charlie sounded anxious, "Is it changing colors?"

"How long are we supposed to wait?" Miley asked in a voice dripping with disappointment.

Charlie looked at the box's directions once more, "Um... two minutes."

With a disgusted sigh Miley placed the test on the sink counter and rose, pulling her shorts up. "I'm never going to be pregnant!"

"It hasn't been two minutes yet," Charlie tried to remain hopeful.

"It's not going to change," Miley growled, fastening her shorts and marching out of the bathroom. "You're right, Charlie. I've become obsessed. I'm going to drive myself crazy peeing on one of those stupid things every six hours. Let's just go to the beach."

Charlie glanced at the test resting on the sink counter and let out a frustrated sigh. He assumed it would only be a matter of time before Miley would get pregnant, but doubts were creeping into his mind. What if there was something wrong? What if he was sterile? He wanted Miley to be happy, he'd do anything to make her happy, but Charlie felt helpless in the face of mighty mother nature.

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'Today on The Monty Williams show: who is the father of this young woman's baby? Is it her husband's? Her boyfriend's? Or could it be the product of an incestuous affair with her twin brother? Stay tuned!'

"Jesus," Stacy said out loud, even though she was alone on the couch with no one else to hear. Her thumb worked the remote control in her hand to change television channels, "Daytime TV sucks."

She clicked past several other unpromising shows, including three soap operas, a boring news update, and a cartoon featuring an annoying character made out of cheese. When a knock fell on the front door of her parent's house Stacy happily dropped the remote onto the couch cushion and rose. "Finally!" she exclaimed, "It's about time Publishers Sweepstakes showed up..."

"Hey doll," Brian greeted after she opened the door.

"You're supposed to be holding a giant check," Stacy joked dryly.

Brian walked into the house, freshly showered and changed from his earlier run, "Huh?"

"Never mind, you're just in time to save me from going crazy due to insane boredom."

Brian looked at Stacy's raggedy tee shirt and cotton pajama bottoms, "You realize it's almost two o'clock, right?"

"I haven't made it to the shower yet," Stacy said as she led the way back to her couch. "Do you have any idea how terrible daytime television is?"

"Not really," Brian replied, letting himself fall into the couch beside Stacy. "Struggling with the semester break, huh?"

"Desperately," Stacy admitted. "I never thought I'd say this, but I miss homework --and classes won't start again until after the holidays. With Miley gone, I literally have nothing to do. I think I need to make more friends."

Brian casually picked up the remote and began flipping through channels, "You need a hobby."

"Shopping has always been my hobby," Stacy pouted. "But I hate going alone and Miley's in Mexico -"

"Forget it," Brian answered before Stacy could even ask.

She caressed his shoulder enticingly, "Pleeeeaaaase?"

"There's no way," Brian denied. "The last time you took me shopping I ended up standing around in every woman's lingerie section in the mall for three hours, holding your bags."

Stacy teased, "Yeah, but you got to enjoy all that lingerie when we got home."

A blushing grin decorated Brian's cheeks at the memory, "I'm still not going shopping with you."

"What if I promise to take you to the comic book store?"

Brian looked enticed.

"I'll give you a whole hour," Stacy sweetened her bargain. "You can geek-out with that little perv Chip the whole time."

"I think Theo's working today."

"Whatever," Stacy pled disinterestedly. "Just get me away from this boring house and take me shopping!"

"Fine," Brian finally relented. "But you promised -- a whole hour!"

Stacy beamed a smile and kissed Brian on his cheek.

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Miley lifted her sunglasses to peer at Charlie. She was stretched out on a beach towel, her bikini-clad body glistening with a sheen of suntan oil. Charlie was sitting next to her staring blankly towards the gently rolling ocean. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing," Charlie replied distantly, sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees. He wore a pair of baggy trunks.

Miley sounded amused, "Isn't that my line? C'mon, tell me what's bothering you. You look like you're trying to solve all the riddles of the universe with one thought."

"I just wish I could make you pregnant."

"It's not your fault. You've been doing your part more than adequately."

"What if it is my fault?" Charlie worried. "I could have bad sperm or something."

"Bad sperm? Baby, there's nothing wrong with your spermies. You shoot like a gallon of the stuff every time we have sex."

Charlie shook his head, "I don't think there's any correlation between sperm count and the amount of seminal fluid discharged."

Miley lifted a brow at the clinical statement, "Charlie, quit talking like a nerd."

"I'm just saying. What if I'm sterile or something?"

Miley shrugged, "Then we'll adopt."

Charlie glanced aside with surprise, "You'd be okay with that?"

Miley nodded, "Sure. Unless you'd want some other guy to stick his thing in me and knock me up?"

"No way!" Charlie's eyes widened with alarm.

Miley giggled, "I'm kidding." She leaned her shoulder into Charlie's, "You know I'd never let any other guy within two miles of my cootchie."

Charlie looked visibly relieved, "But you'd seriously be okay with adopting?"

"Of course, think of how awesome that would be. We'd be giving some poor homeless baby a family."

Charlie nodded absently, "Yeah that would be pretty cool."

"I don't think you have to worry though," Miley noted. "If there's any problem it's because your little sperms are having trouble swimming all the way up that gigantic cock of yours."

Charlie snorted with amusement at his wife's humor.

Miley continued, "I do want to be pregnant though, if at all possible. I want big boobs and puffy nipples and an adorably round tummy."

"You'd make a sexy mommy," Charlie agreed, picturing her pregnant.

Miley leaned closer and lifted her lips towards Charlie's ear, "I want to have our baby sucking on one of my nipples, and you sucking on the other. I want to feed you both my milk."

Charlie cleared his throat at Miley's dirty talk, shifting uncomfortably in the sand.

"Don't you want that, Charlie?" Miley whispered. "Don't you want to see my tits swollen and leaking with milk?"

"Yes," Charlie whispered. He felt Miley's hand groping near his crotch and looked around the beach to make sure no one was watching them.

"I want that too," she cooed into his ear. "I want you both to feed from my body. You can have breakfast every morning, just like our baby, and take it right from my breast. You could drink my milk while I jerk you off like a good wife. We could begin every day that way."

Miley could feel Charlie's erection grow through the material of his loose trunks, "You're not sterile, baby. I know it. You're going to fuck a son into me, into your wife, and I'm going to let him grow in my body. You'll both feed from me because that's what I am, Charlie - I'm your woman. My body belongs to you, to give you pleasure and to make your babies."

"Jesus," Charlie whispered, his cock leaping under his shorts.

"Fuck a baby into me," Miley practically begged. "Fuck a baby into me right now."

Charlie nodded urgently, Miley's naughty words having made him incredibly horny. He intended to lead the way back to their hotel when he began to rise, but Miley had a different idea. She shook her head and tugged his hand, indicating the ocean.

"Where are you taking me?" Charlie asked confusedly, adjusting the fit of his shorts so his raging hard-on wouldn't be so visible to the beachgoers they passed.

Salt water sloshed around their ankles as Miley pulled Charlie into the water. "I need it now," she smiled.

"You want to do it right here?" Charlie looked concerned. "In front of everyone?"

Miley continued into the water. "No one will know," she said, leading Charlie until the water was chest level.

"I don't know about this -" Charlie worried. Before he could finish voicing his concern, however, he felt Miley draw close and tugging his trunks down his waist. "Miley -!"

"Shh," she quieted him, curling an arm around his neck and maneuvering her own bikini bottoms off. Miley pushed the small wad of material into Charlie's hand and told him, "Hang onto these."

"Oh fuck," Charlie sighed when he felt Miley impale herself onto his erection. Her smooth warmth surrounded his length, a stark contrast to the cooler waters of the ocean. He glanced around at the thin crowd of people swimming nearby and concluded he and Miley would simply appear to be a pair of young lovers in an affectionate embrace, whispering sweet nothings.

But Miley's whisperings were well beyond sweet.

"Make me a mommy," she whispered into his ear, the hand of her clasping arm caressing the short hairs at the back of Charlie's head. "Put your seeds into my womb and make me the mother of your child."

Charlie gripped Miley's bare ass beneath the ocean's surface, supporting her weight as she curled her legs around his thighs. She was rolling her hips subtly to create the needed friction between them.

"I want to carry your child inside me," Miley whispered hotly. "I want everyone to see my round tummy and know that my man fucked a baby into my me. I'm going to wear tight shirts two sizes too small so the hem shows off my swollen belly. Everyone will know that your baby is inside me and that I'm your woman."

"Oh god," Charlie moaned when Miley pushed her hips into him, burying his cock into her depths. Her bikini bottoms slipped out of his hand and hung in the water for a moment before he regained enough faculties to grab them. "You belong to me," he muttered. "You fucking belong to me."

Miley nodded wantonly at his words, "I know, baby. I'm all yours. My body is yours. You can grow as many babies as you want inside me. I'll keep them safe for you. I'll be the best mother ever. I'll love our babies and feed them my milk. Just put one in me, Charlie. Put a baby into me. Please... please make me a mommy."

Charlie licked at Miley's earlobe before sucking it between his lips and nibbling on it. Below the water, his hips began thrusting into Miley with short but sharp motions.

"That's it," she encouraged him. "You can feel your cum inside, can't you? Your seeds are boiling to come out and fertilize me?"

Charlie could feel the damp ends of Miley's hair sticking against his shoulders. Her firm ass filled his palm and her breasts pressed against his chest, the wet material of her bikini pressed between them. The smell of Miley's suntan oil blended with the saltwater and filled his nostrils. Her dirty talk filled his ear, drowning out the sounds of playing children and splashing swimmers. He opened his eyes to see her blue orbs staring back at him, full of love and sexual desire. Miley dominated Charlie's senses the same way she had dominated his entire life for the past three years.

The memory of her pulling him into a high school bathroom suddenly flashed through Charlie's mind. That was where it all started. She asked him to see his cock. It had been the most improbable of beginnings which started their roller coaster romance, an impossible origin which was also the beginning of Charlie's life. Prior to that day Charlie had been an awkward child, uncomfortable in his own skin and uncertain of what he wanted in life. Ever since that day Charlie has known exactly what he's wanted in life -- Miley.

"I'm gonna cum," Charlie grunted almost silently. So lost had he been in the memories of the prior three years, Charlie didn't realize Miley was already mid-orgasm. She clutched at him tightly, her nails clawing at Charlie's bare back. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as Miley was attempting not to writhe too obviously. When Charlie announced his impending orgasm, she nodded lovingly and kissed him.

A muffled sound burst from Charlie's lips just as Miley sucked his tongue into her mouth, his semen flooding her insides.




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 29



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"There's no way Hawkman could take the Flash," Theo was arguing.

"Have you even read Hawkman?" Chip asked incredulously. "The guy is a total badass."

"He's just a guy with wings," Theo countered. "Hawkman would never be able to lay a hand on the Flash, he's way too fast."

Chip looked ready to explode when Brian interjected, "Theo, five minutes ago you said Batman would defeat the Flash in a fight. But Batman's just a normal guy too, even more so than Hawkman."

"Batman is wicked-smart though," Theo replied, justifying his earlier statement. "The guy is fucking crazy, too. He just sits around in that cave of his thinking up ways to take people out, even his buddies in the Justice League. He's thought up ways to take everybody out if he has to."

Chip questioned his best friend, "So you're saying Batman could defeat anyone?"

Theo lifted a shoulder, "Basically... yeah. If he had enough time to plan."

Brian snorted, "C'mon, are you saying Batman would defeat Superman in a fight?"

"Of course!" Theo gestured emphatically with his hands. "Batman probably keeps an entire stock of Kryptonite on hand just in case Superman ever goes rogue. That would be the shortest fight in history."

"You've gone completely off the deep end!" Chip announced. "There's no way in hell Batman would win in a fight against Green Lantern."

Standing just feet away, flipping through a teen fashion magazine off the rack, Stacy sighed at the ridiculous argument between the three boys. How did she ever end up falling in love with such a geek? Stacy had remained silent for twenty minutes as Chip, Theo, and Brian talked endlessly about superheroes. She didn't even know what Chip was doing at The House of Spandex and wondered if he ever left -- day off or not. It was pointless trying to inform them how silly they all sounded. Stacy had tried that many times before, usually during conversations between Brian and Charlie. So if she couldn't beat them, she decided she might as well join them.

Replacing her magazine on the rack Stacy spoke up, "What about Wonder Woman?"

All three boys turned towards the curvaceous blonde.

Stacy sauntered towards them, "I think Wonder Woman would kick Batman's ass."

"Um..." Theo considered.

"She doesn't have any real weaknesses Batman could exploit," Chip reasoned, staring longingly at Stacy whom he still carried a torch for.

Brian scratched his head, unable to argue with his girlfriend's statement.

"Plus," Stacy added, "her ass looks, like, totally amazing in those star-spangled shorts."

"Who's drawing Wonder Woman right now?" Theo wondered.

Chip answered, "Jim Lee, I think."

Brian's eyes lit up, "Damn, he draws really hot asses."

Stacy watched as all three boys rushed towards the racks of new comic books to find the latest issue of Wonder Woman, rolling her eyes. Only a half hour to go before she could drag Brian to the department store.

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"Charlie?" Miley called out over the sound of spraying water as she stood in the shower. "Can you bring the bottle of conditioner from my suitcase?"

"Yep," Charlie yelled back and looked to the corner of their hotel room. Miley's suitcase lay open in a confusing mess, clothes and feminine products scattered in and all around it. It was not an easy task to find one small travel-sized bottle of conditioner amidst the chaos but he eventually located it beneath a pair of satin panties.

Peeking around the shower curtain Charlie offered the bottle, "How long are you going to be? I'm starving."

"Just a few more minutes, okay? All the sun we've been getting has dried my hair out something awful."

Charlie nodded and let the shower curtain fall back into place. If he had a nickel for every time Miley told him she'd just be 'a few more minutes' in the bathroom...

"Where do you want to go eat?" Miley asked through the shower curtain, lathering her wet dark tendrils.

"Anything but Mexican," Charlie answered, bending to pick up some discarded clothing from the bathroom floor. "We've been eating Mexican for a week and a half."

Miley giggled, "Baby, we're in Mexico. Remember?"

"There's got to be a McDonalds on the strip," Charlie reasoned, placing their dirty clothes into a make-shift laundry basket fashioned out of a waste bin.

"Oh my god," Miley exclaimed, "I'd kill for a vanilla shake and some of their salty fries right now."

Moving to the sink, Charlie replaced the cap on their tube of toothpaste and tried to organize Miley's various hygiene products into some kind of order. He noticed the plastic pregnancy stick left behind from earlier and picked it up to discard it. He happened to glance at the indicator window before tossing it into the trash.

It was baby blue.

Charlie wasn't sure but he thought that was the color of a positive test. How many times had he read those damned instructions on the side of the box? He should have memorized them it was so many. Looking around frantically for the box he couldn't spot it, "Miley, what'd you do with that package?"

"Huh?" Miley asked, confused.

"The pregnancy tests," Charlie clarified. "You know - the box with the directions on the side? Where is it?"

"I don't know. I didn't do anything with it. Why?"

"Do you remember what color is positive?"

Miley poked her head out of the shower, "Don't start this again, Charlie. I can't keep track of the positive/negative thing."

Charlie was throwing clothes and towels about looking for the box. He simplified his question, "What color means you're pregnant?"

"Blue," Miley finally answered. "Blue means baby. Pink means pee again. That's how I remember it."

On his knees, Charlie looked up to Miley.

"What is it?" Miley asked, wondering why Charlie looked so stunned -- like he just found a million dollars on the floor.

He held up the test stick, "It's blue."

"What?" Miley squinted.

"The test, the one we did earlier. I told you we didn't wait long enough!" Charlie smiled broadly.

Miley blinked, "What? You mean...?"

Charlie nodded excitedly, "Miley, I think you're pregnant."

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Standing outside her ex-husband's condominium door, Victoria began wondering if Jack was even home. She pressed the doorbell button one more time just to be sure. Finally, after several more long seconds, she heard the deadbolt opening.

"Hello, can I help you?" Haley asked after opening the door, not recognizing the woman.

Victoria snorted at the sight of Haley - a blonde bimbo half Jack's age, wearing nothing but a men's tee-shirt. She should have expected as much. "I need to speak with Jack," Victoria replied curtly. "Is he here?"

Haley didn't like the short tone of Victoria's voice and looked the older woman over, thinking she might be one of Jack's business associates the way she was dressed in a pants-suit.

"Can I tell him who's here?" Haley asked, her voice matching Victoria's cold tone.

"Let's just say that twenty years ago I was standing where you are, though I didn't look quite so sluttish. Now, are you going to let me in or not? I'm bored with standing in this hallway."

Haley was about to reply with a stinging comment when Jack suddenly appeared behind her.

"Victoria," Jack sounded surprised to see his ex-wife. It had been years since they had spoken face to face. "What are you doing here?"

It was obvious where Haley got her shirt, since Jack was without, wearing only a pair of jeans. Victoria noted he still looked good without a shirt, even at forty. "I need to speak with you. It's about Millicent."

"Okay," Jack agreed with a reluctant sigh. "Uh, Haley, could you...?"

Haley nodded, "Yeah. I need to take a shower before work, anyway." She gave Victoria an icy stare before moving towards the bathroom.

"Come on in," Jack invited. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"It's a little early in the afternoon for that," Victoria answered dryly as she stepped in. "Don't you think?" She watched Haley disappear down a hallway, "And aren't you a little old to be dating someone who still works second shift?"

"Haley work's at a jeweler," Jack explained, shutting the door. "They get busy during the holiday season."

"Of course," Victoria smirked, glancing around the tastefully decorated condo. She had to admit that her husband had style and the money to show it off.

"You said you wanted to talk about Miley?" Jack asked, needing the conversation to move past Haley before he got angry and began yelling. That's usually how his conversations with Victoria went since their divorce years prior.

Victoria set her purse down and sat on an expensive leather couch, crossing her legs. "She's making poor choices," Victoria stated, sensing the small-talk was over. "This fiasco of a marriage is just the latest in a long line of bad decisions."

Jack found a hooded sweatshirt draped over the back of a nearby chair and slipped it over his head, "Don't you think Miley's old enough to make her own decisions, good or bad? Besides, she loves Charlie. How can that be a bad thing? Don't you remember when we were young and in love?"

"We're divorced," Victoria reminded him plainly.

Jack chuckled and sat in the chair, across from his ex-wife, "Yeah, but Miley isn't a money-obsessed witch like her mother."

Victoria frowned but let the insult pass, "Miley may be twenty years old but she's still a child. She'd still be living at home if you weren't paying for her apartment -- which is just a sex den, by the way, for her and that lower middle-class nerd of a boy she's with."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle as Victoria proved his insult correct, "You mean her husband?"

"My point is," Victoria stared at Jack sternly, "is that you're enabling Miley to make these poor decisions by continuing to provide her with money."

"She's a hard-working student, Victoria. I give her money so she doesn't have to work a job while going to school. As long as she continues to get good grades I'm going to support her."

"And what about her unemployed husband. Will you be supporting him, too?"

"Charlie's never asked me for a thing," Jack answered, "Except for Miley's hand in marriage."

Victoria scowled, "Which of course, you granted."

"Actually, I turned him down. I told him I didn't think he and Miley were ready until they could support themselves."

Victoria raised a surprised brow, "Way to stick to your guns, Jack."

Jack lifted an indifferent shoulder, "That was eight months ago. Charlie and Miley had just gotten back together and I wasn't sure about them, but ever since I've seen how much Miley loves him and how good he is to her."

"He's a moneyless vagabond," Victoria countered. "He's taking advantage of our daughter and your generosity."

Jack stood up and turned towards a small table near his kitchen, "I'm pretty sure you're wrong."

"He's just squatting in that apartment of theirs," Victoria huffed. "If you were to cut Millicent off and force her to move home, I'm sure Charlie would leave her and we could have their ridiculous marriage annulled."

Jack mostly ignored her, opening his briefcase and searching inside.

"What are you doing?" Victoria answered, annoyed at Jack's lack of attention.

Jack found what he was looking for and moved towards his ex-wife carrying a comic book in his hands, "Here, take a look at this."

Victoria accepted the comic and looked upon its glossy cover, "Why are you giving me this childish nonsense? I'm trying to talk to you about Millicent and --"

"That's a draft copy for the first issue of Captain Darkness," Jack interrupted. "It comes out next month. I've got a friend in the company's publishing department and he sent this to me, knowing Charlie had just become my son."

Victoria took a second look at the comic book with a bewildered expression.

"Charlie wrote that," Jack told her. "His best friend did the artwork. They're talented, and my publishing buddy tells me this is going to be the next hot property in comic books."

Victoria didn't look impressed as she flipped through the comic, "So our son writes about... super heroes? Is that what you want for our daughter, Jack?"

"Do you know that movies based on comic book properties grossed over two billion dollars this past year? Movie studios are paying out millions for the rights to make movies based on books just like the one you're holding in your hands. If that book sells as well as my friend thinks it will, Charlie's going to become a millionaire by the time he turns twenty-two."

Victoria looked up with a doubting expression, "You're not serious?"

"I'm dead serious," Jack stated. "And I'll help him. I like Charlie, he's helped Miley grow into a wonderful young woman and I don't think there's anything he wouldn't do for her. He's exactly the kind of man I want for our daughter."

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Stacy browsed through racks and racks of jeans hoping to find something that would fit her the way she preferred. She liked her jeans tight in the ass and thighs, but slightly belled around the ankles. It was difficult to find ones that fir just-right, with her curvy hips and narrow waistline. "Brian?" she called, "Can you come hold this bag for me it's starting to get heavy." When no answer arrived she looked around, "Brian? Hon?"

Spotting Brian outside the store in the mall's wide hallway Stacy rolled her eyes. He was already shirking his mule duties to talk on his cell phone. She wondered who he was speaking with. It was probably Chip or Theo, Stacy guessed, wondering who urinated with the most force -- Thor or the Hulk.

"So you're cool with giving her a co-plotting credit on the first twelve issues?" Brian was asking his phone as Stacy walked out of the clothing store.

Stacy silently listened to Brian's half of the conversation.

"Yeah, dude. She says she'll drop the lawsuit completely if we do that and cut her in on the profits from the initial dozen."

Brian began nodding, "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah I thought it was pretty fair, too. Okay, I'll let her know and set it up with Marvel."

Stacy set her bulging bags down on a wooden bench next to where Brian was standing.

Brian grinned into his phone, "I know; I can't wait either. It's going to be so cool to go to see our comic book on the shelf right next to Captain America. Okay. Okay, yeah. See you in a couple days. Say hi to Miley for me, tell her we miss her."

"Was that Charlie?" Stacy asked when Brian hung up.

"Yeah," Brian said as he pushed his cell into his jeans pocket. "He called from their hotel. I guess he was bored waiting for Miley to get out of the bathroom so they could go to McDonalds."

Stacy's face twisted, "McDonalds? They're in Cancun, shouldn't they be having Mexican?"

"It's not Mexican, there," Brian noted.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they're in Mexico," Brian explained. "So it's not Mexican there. That'd be like us going to have cheeseburgers and saying we're having 'American'."

Stacy held out a palm and rolled her eyes, "Whatever. So how's their honeymoon going?"

"Sounds like they're having a great time."

"That's good. So, Charlie was cool with your proposal to Sam?"

Brian nodded, "Yeah, he was totally fine with it. I figured he would be."

Stacy grinned, "You two are starting to get pretty excited, aren't you? About your comic book coming out?"

"I'm really excited," Brian admitted. "It's going to be so awesome. I know it'll sell well, too. Especially with a major published like Marvel behind it."

"I'm so proud of you, Brian. You and Charlie worked so hard on this, going all the way back to high school. I just know it's going to be a big hit."

"I hope so," Brian nodded, picking up Stacy's bags. "So where we off to next, more jean shopping?"

"I can't find anything that fits," Stacy complained. "But we need to go to the department store, there's this crazy blender my mom wants for Christmas."

"Sure, okay. Oh, by the way, I guess Miley's pregnant."

Stacy blinked, "What?"

"They don't know for sure, but Charlie said their home pregnancy test just came out positive."

Stacy stopped in the middle of the mall and slugged Brian in the shoulder, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Brian clenched his arm, "Ow! I thought I just did?"

"You should have told me as soon as you got off the phone! Don't you think I'd want to know that my best friend is pregnant?"

Brian shrugged helplessly, "I didn't think it was that big of a deal? We both knew they were trying...?"

"Oh my god," Stacy beamed. "This is so exciting! Do you think they'll name us as godparents?"

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"Who should we name as godparents? Do you think it'll be a boy? A girl? Oh my god, we still haven't decided on a name. I mean, I still really like Electra if it's a girl but is that too flashy? How about Bryce? I know it's a boy's name but I think it makes an awesome girls name, too. You know, like Opie's daughter?"

Charlie reached across their booth at McDonalds and squeezed Miley's hand, "I think you need to slow down, Miley. We don't even know if you're pregnant, for sure. There'll be enough time to think up names and godparents when we get back home -- after we visit the doctor's and confirm."

Miley's eyes widened to saucers, "What's if there are twins inside me?"

"Twins?" Charlie sounded doubtful.

"Yeah, I mean I was already pregnant went we went to the beach today." Miley joked, "What if you humped another one into me?"

Charlie grinned, "I don't think it works that way."

Miley nibbled on a slender French fry, "I know, but it would be cool. Twin boys."

"Not twin girls?" Charlie wondered.

"Oh god no," Miley shook her head with a sour face. "Every guy within three states would be trying to have a threesome with them as soon as they turned seventeen."

Charlie snorted, "Your mind works in strange ways, Mrs. White."

Miley beamed, "I love it when you call me that - Mrs. White. I love being your wife, Charlie. I can't believe I have your baby in me, I'm so happy right now..."

"Calm down," Charlie urged with a smile. "Like I said, we don't even know for sure if you're pregnant or not. Those home tests aren't definitive. But if you are pregnant, you need to eat."

Miley frowned when Charlie pointed at her Big Mac. She had only taken one bite out of it, "My hamburger tastes funny."

"What do you mean?"

"It don't taste like they do in the states. I think they put a different sauce on them down here."

"Probably," Charlie didn't argue. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"

Miley shook her head while sucking some milkshake through a straw. She licked her lips after, "I'm fine. I'm too excited to eat. I know I'm pregnant, Charlie. I just know it. I can feel it. I can feel your baby inside me."

Charlie smirked, "You can feel it?"

"Yeah. It's like motherly instinct, you know? Oh god, Charlie. Can you believe it? I'm going to be a mommy."

"You're going to be a terrific mommy."

Miley bit her lip around a perpetual smile, "I think it's going to be a girl."

Charlie wondered, "If it's a girl, do you think she'll be into comics?"

"Probably." Miley reached across the table and stole one of Charlie's fries, "You'll be her daddy, after all. And, of course, Brian will baby-sit and read her all kinds of superhero stuff. Chances are she'll want to grow up to write the See-Thru Woman."

"You mean the Invisible Woman," Charlie corrected with a chuckle.

"Whatever. My point is, she'll probably want to be just like her daddy because you're going to be the most awesome father ever."

"Let's ask Brian and Stacy if they want to be godparents," Charlie suggested.

"Okay," Miley nodded, munching. "But if they turn us down can we ask Brock and Darla?"

Charlie nearly snorted Mountain Dew out of his nose in amusement, "You don't want to ask Brett?"

"Oh my god," Miley covered her eyes in embarrassment. "I'd almost forgotten him." She giggled, "We shouldn't joke. Brett almost raped me and Brock nearly killed you."




Beauty and the Geek Ch. 29



"Yeah," Charlie agreed wistfully. "We've been through a lot, haven't we?"

"It's only been two years since we first hooked up," Miley recalled. She stared at the golden wedding band on her finger, "But it seems like forever."

Charlie was silent for a moment before asking, "You think we'll be like one of those cute old couples when we're seventy years old? You know, like the ones who have been married for fifty years and still look like they're totally infatuated with each other?"

Miley nodded enthusiastically, "Definitely." She sucked some more shake through her straw and considered what she and Charlie would be like fifty years from then, "Um, Charlie? You don't think your dick will shrink, do you?"