FOC Day 10 - Friday Night

You couldn't ask for a better place to flirt with Max than sitting in the dark, pressed together on a couch. Well, you're pressed together because there are lots of other girls there, but still. Everyone's tired, but happy, and Max's body language has your heart racing. She's not exactly cuddling with you, but... the way that she sits up against you is unmistakable.

The movie onscreen is just starting. It's from the 80s, something to do with a summer camp. It's a scary slasher movie.

"You aren't scared?" you ask Max. She seems like the type that wouldn't like these movies.

"I love these movies," she replies excitedly. "I love slashers and slasher rules."

"Slasher rules?" you ask, lost.

"You know, there are like lots of these movies. And they have lots of sequels. It's a thing. You know, the final girl and all that," she says.

You don't know what any of that means.

"Can you explain it to me?" you ask.

"Well, they get killed one by one, and then there's one girl left. That's the final girl," Max says. Man. What a nerd. You don't mind. "It's like an important cultural thing."

"OK," you say. "So what are these rules?"

"Oh, well. Never go off by yourself. Never have sex. Never do ****," Max says, counting on her fingers. "Never be mean to anybody. Definitely never drink."

"If you do those things you get killed?" you ask, trying not to be distracted by the movie. There's already a giggling girl running topless down to a lake, her boyfriend ripping off his shirt as she follows her.

"Usually," Max replies. "But there's a lot of nuance."

"Nuance?"

"Big rules like don't be slutty are universal," she whispers. "But every killer has his own thing."

"Like what?"

"Like Jason doesn't kill dogs, but Michael Meyers does kill dogs. Jason does not want you having sex, but Freddy might allow it. You kind of have to know who you're up against to know what's OK."

"Who are these guys?" you ask.

"Do you not watch movies?"

"I mostly play soccer," you admit.

"You're such a jock. You sure you wouldn't rather go talk to a cheerleader?" she asks teasingly.

"Pretty sure," you murmur.

"Are you going to kiss me, or wait until you see some more boobs?" she asks, glancing at the screen.

It still takes you by surprise when she does this. Just because she looks and sounds a certain way doesn't mean she isn't like any other girl. She's probably just as horny as you are, just less of an idiot.

Her lips are still soft and hesitant, and it's your happy place. It's dark, but there are still almost three whole teams of girls around. You break it off before it can get deep, looking into her eyes. You aren't sure what to say or how to say it.

"I've seen this movie before," she whispers. "I don't need to see it again right now."

You feel sudden anxiety. Max keeps coming through and taking the lead before you can screw it up.

"OK," you say, and go upstairs with her.

A little bit of genuine shyness does come out of her once her clothes start to come off in the privacy of your room. You stand by the door with her in your arms, deep in the kind of kiss that you couldn't do with an audience. Her hands are in your shirt, and you help her pull hers over her head. In a moment she's topless, her slim torso up against yours. You kiss her again, and her arms slide around your neck.

When your fingertips tentatively touch the waistband of her shorts, that's when she breaks the kiss and looks at you with an adorable blush. You hesitate.

"Don't stop," she whispers.

You tug down her shorts and underwear, and she steps out of them. Before she can grab your clothes, you put your arms around her nude body and kiss her hungrily. She is so into that, and without realizing it you pushed her backward. Her back hit the wall, but you're deep in her mouth and not worried about any of that as you run your hands over her smooth body. You could do this all night.

But Max can't. Your hand is on her thigh, and she moves so that you brush the inner thigh, finding it hot and damp. She's on fire and wants to do more than kiss. Before you can do anything, she gives you a push. Each room has an armchair, and you fall into it. There are two perfectly good beds, and you want to take your clothes off too, but Max is in charge. Her whole body is blushing, but she doesn't hesitate to climb into your lap.

She does hesitate when it's time to get your penis out of your shorts. Short of breath from your excitement, you do it for her, and she grabs it. After that it's just heaven, with her face in yours and your hands on her narrow back. Her light, gasping breaths tickle your face as she moves. She touches your face and giggles, then shudders.

"Mmm," she murmurs, coming in to kiss you. Her hands are in your hair. She removes your hair tie, letting your hair fall loose, then runs her hands through it as she rolls her hips with you deep inside.

When it's over your arms are tight around her, and you can still feel her walls shivering. She looks into your face, smiling, then you feel a clench inside her, and she makes a face of pleasure at the aftershock.

"Good thing Jason's not around," she pants, coming in close to kiss your cheek.

"Ow!" you say at a sharp pain in your neck.

Max giggles. She just gave you a big hickie.