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:: Introduction :: High school nerd brings dead crush back to life. This text contains light romance, brief interracial sex, and the impossible revivification of a corpse. _____________________ RE-ANIMATING DARCY Written by Norton5 Chapter 1 Having a crush on someone long after they have passed away can be freaky and maybe insane. Trying to bring them back to life, even more so. Sixteen-year-old Lyle Atwood didn't think so. Thirty days had passed since the apple of his eye, Darcy Holloway (seventeen), died in a car crash. She should never have died like that. The car she was in was driven and occupied by persons she would normally be distanced from in high school. But somehow, they had all wound up in the same vehicle, drunk and happy. Then they died taking a wrong turn around a sharp corner. A big semi truck 'stepped on them' by accident. Besides being way outside the popularity crowd, Lyle and Darcy had nothing in common. She did know he existed (she once picked up a pen he accidentally dropped in the hallway and handed it to him). But she was pale white, nonathletic (not fat, chubby or plump, just soft meat on soft bones), pale dull blonde hair, pale blue eyes, heavy into romance novels (though exuding no romantic aura whatsoever), while he was black as night, into table tennis, skinny, and enjoyed collecting insects. No one in high school knew more about bugs than Lyle did. Darcy had probably read all the known English romance novels, and before she died, was into English-translated romantic fiction from authors in non-English-speaking countries. Lyle thought that all the kids who died in the crash probably had it coming, but not Darcy, no way. Why did she have to die? Lyle was feeling particularly morbid one weekend after her death and took a home-made electrocution device into his insect house in the backyard. He zapped the bugs as he saw them scuttling past him. Zap, zap. Take that you little bugs. You don't matter to me anymore, now that Darcy's dead. Eat this - zap, zap. There was a dead beetle on its back, legs upward in the air. Lyle zapped it for whatever it was worth. And the bug moved. But only for two seconds. Lyle zapped it again and it moved for three seconds. He wondered, how can I bring this little critter back to life? Lyle figured out that he could only make the limbs move, but it would never really come alive because its body systems had been shut down and were unable to function. They needed to be fully revitalized. An idea popped into his mind. This started off a series of supporting thought bursts, like popping corn in a hot pot. When the idea was fully formed, Lyle made a plan to obtain Darcy's remains from her grave. Then he executed it. By 11 PM, Darcy's corpse was in the insect house, but away from the insects. Chapter 2 Monday morning. 10 AM. Grade 10 classroom. Impromptu speech time. Roy Granger got misty-eyed and said, "I would like to talk about Darcy Holloway, our deceased classmate. Most of us never really got to know her, but yesterday, I read an article about her in the local paper and went on to read a larger document posted on the Holloway family web page. Learned a lot about her..." Roy wasn't the only one to make his impromptu speech about Darcy. Four others in the class also spoke about Darcy and even imagined what she had been like when they didn't have enough facts to go on. Lyle was feeling a tad indignant about all this. None of these kids knew who Darcy was. Even he didn't know enough about Darcy to even mention her as a familiar face in a conversation. But he knew that he obsessed over her. Now he had her body in his insect house. Damn, he couldn't wait for the final bell to dismiss them from school. Chapter 3 The first thing Lyle did coming back from school was take Darcy's body out of the freezer. He worked on it for five hours straight, and finally, he hooked up the corpse to several electrodes. Zzzzapp. Nothing. Zzzzapp. Nothing. Zzzzapp. Minor twitching on the extremities. Zzzapp. The deceased's eyes fluttered. Zzzapp. Pale blue eyes staring at the ceiling. Zzzzapp. Limbs moving. Discomfort apparent. Zzzzapp. Darcy crying and wanting the hurting to stop. Lyle detached the electrodes and helped the girl up to a sitting position on the work bench. She surveyed her body and saw stitches and tidied up mangled flesh. Darcy threw up on the floor and shrieked before passing out. Lyle did some more work on her, downloading and referencing a vast amount of texts from the Internet to help him put Darcy back to the way she was. At 12:15 AM, he brought her out of unconsciousness and gave her high-nutrient fluids to drink. After drinking, she thanked him and said, "Could you please take me home now?" Chapter 4 When Mr. and Mrs. Holloway answered the door at 12:40 AM and saw their dead daughter smiling at them, Mrs. Holloway made a light groaning sound and fainted on the spot. Mr. Holloway put his hands on his hips and asked, "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Darcy stepped closer and said, "No, it's not, dad. It's really me, Darcy. I'm not dead anymore." She hugged him and he was speechless, unable to believe that the daughter he had buried weeks ago, was now back from the dead and embracing him. From 1 to 3 AM, the Holloways had their longest family meeting ever and Darcy told them what Lyle had coached her to tell them. This excluded him digging up her grave, keeping her in his insect house, fixing up her corpse, and bringing her back to life. She just told them about a secret cult that visited her grave, dug it up, uttered words over her coffin and 'woke' her up. The Holloway family went to sleep after three and had Darcy sleep between them so she wouldn't magically disappear. The Holloways were happy to find their daughter still with them the next morning. And alive. Chapter 5 The neighborhood, towns communities, and high school was in an uproar of incredibility and excitement when they heard that Darcy Holloway had come back from the grave. But very soon, the question arose, why didn't the other kids come back? Despite Darcy's silence on his involvement, Lyle felt as if he were under intense scrutiny and pressure. Damn it! Soon, he re-animated the other victims of the car crash, Darcy's co-occupants of the fateful car: Henry Underman, Malcolm Black, Julie Winters, and Megan Wright. They had all been students at the high school and didn't see anything wrong with resuming their studies with their incredulous schoolmates. Pictures were taken, autographs signed, articles written in newspapers, magazines, online, etc, etc. Lyle didn't feel as much pressure anymore. None of the young people he brought back wanted to go back to wherever it was they had gone to after death. Maybe they had ended up in a bad place so they decided this was a golden opportunity to make it right, and then if they died, this time, they would go to a better place. When re-animating the other four, Lyle made sure he wasn't around when they opened their eyes on the beginning of their second chance at life. They had all regained consciousness in an abandoned gym on the outskirts of town. Still, Lyle kept his distance from all of them, doing his best to pretend as if they had never even been dead. But he failed to notice that a pair of pale blue eyes were constantly watching him. Chapter 6 Test day. Second week of June. It was hot outside and the air conditioning was barely working inside the school building. The teacher was now six minutes late and students were getting restless in the confined space and humid atmosphere of the classroom. Nobody left class, though. This was an important test. A paper ball hit him on the side of the head and landed on the floor at his feet. Unlike most students, he was more worried about littering than who it was that threw the paper ball. He looked at the paper ball and bent down in his chair to pick it up. Not wanting to walk across the room to the trash bin, he put the paper ball in his desk. But another smaller paper ball hit him, and this time, he turned to look at his attacker. She waved at him. Darcy. Lyle's heart skipped a beat, then began beating faster. Making a gesture, she let him know that she wanted him to read the paper ball. Message ball, huh. She was wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt. He could tell she had been playing some sport just before class because there were sweat spots all over the shirt and her pale blonde hair was matted on her forehead. Before her death, she had never played and she had never wore shirts with sleeves that short or even shorts. Very out of character for Darcy, but she looked great; more tighter and together; not loose and wobbly like before. Sexy. Lyle reached inside the desk, found the ball, drew it out, unrolled it, and read: Damn, it's hot in here. They should have fixed the air conditioning back before summer started. How are you feeling? I think I've got a rare locust that lives in my backyard. You wanna come over and check it out after school? That doesn't sound sleazy does it? What do you think about this test? Did you study? I did. Need any help, just look over at me slightly and we'll try figure out a code to communicate answers. Write back to me quickly, before the teacher arrives with the test. I'm bored and you're the only interesting thing in this classroom. Lyle took a piece of paper, wrote his reply, made it into a ball and tossed it to Darcy who was ready and waiting for it, catching it expertly and immediately opening it to read the contents that said: Definitely agree about the air conditioning. I don't think you have a rare locust in your backyard because I would've known about it first if you did. Sorry to disappoint you. I did study for this test and I never cheat. Thanks for the conversation. P.S. I like the new you. Soon Lyle was hit by another paper ball. He unrolled it and read: Your response could have been better, but I'll put that down to your being a total freak-nerd. I'm smarter than you. P.S. I don't like you. Lyle smirked and put the crumpled paper in the desk. Two minutes passed and a paper ball landed neatly on his desk without rolling off onto the floor. Good shot. Lyle read it: If you don't mind, I'll be sitting next to you. He heard the shuffling of feet and desks. The boy sitting next to him got up and went over to another desk, while a girl from another corner of the classroom went to sit in Darcy's table, and Darcy sat in the boy's table, right across from Lyle. She whispered, "Hey, Lyle. How's it going?" Lyle acted like he was studying an invisible pile of notes on his desk. The teacher came in at that moment and passed out the test to all of the students. Chapter 7 That evening, Lyle had trouble falling asleep, so he did what he always did when he couldn't fall asleep right away: he went to to his insect house. The little critters were crawling around and minding their own businesses as usual. This was one of those millions of times when he wished he was a bug. Live a simple life of eating grass like a grasshopper and just relaxing in the bushes. He heard the door open and saw a creepy shadow in the doorway. "Holy shi-" "Relax, Lyle. It's me." Darcy. She closed the door behind her and stepped into the insect house. She wore red pants and a white shirt with a Frankenstein's monster head printed on center breast. "Shit, Darcy. What the hell are you doing here, at this time of the night? It's way too late for you to be out." Darcy inspected the bugs as if he hadn't said anything. "Nice. I never got to properly see this place. Back then, I was more worried about waking up from the dead, thanks to an irresponsible jerk like you." "You don't like being alive?" "I do like being alive. It's just that I hate the way you pretend like nothing ever happened." Lyle shrugged, "Nothing did happen. You're alive again, and that's that." "Why?" "Why what?" "Why did you bring me back to life?" "I don't know. Felt like a good idea at the time." "So you didn't do it because you cared about me? I was just a prop for your Doctor Frankenstein experiment?" "Yeah, something like that. Wow, you're so smart, guessing all the right stuff." Her eyes became watery. "I hate you." "Gee, thanks, Darcy. Now I know a bit of what it feels like to be a parent. No gratefulness from the people you brought into this world." Her voice got fierce when she said, "You didn't bring me into this world." He kept his voice calm, but instilled an icy tone, "No. I brought you back into this world." "And you expect me to be grateful, while you act like I was never dead?" "No. I expect you to get on with your life and leave me alone." He gestured to the surroundings, "See? You've invaded my private domain. Have I ever done a similar thing to you?" "Uh, you dug up my coffin and stole my corpse." "You were dead then, so technically, none of that stuff belonged to you. I'm alive. There's a difference." She shook her head and blurted, tears streaming down her pale face, "I should have stayed dead." And she walked out of the insect house, leaving Lyle with his tiny friends. Chapter 8 Lyle remained in the insect house for another hour before turning the lights off and closing the door behind him. Halfway between the insect house and his parents' house, he heard sniffing. Not the sniffing of someone trying to detect something, rather the sniffing that indicates crying. Darcy. Her skin was so pale and white, that it glimmered in the moonlight, even though it was only her face and hands exposed. She looked up and saw Lyle staring at her, then looked down at the ground before her. She was sitting on the concrete bench between the two apple trees. Lyle went and sat down beside her on the bench. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Lyle reached out his hand to her and she took it with hers. They held hands looking at each other and Lyle, with a serious look on his face, said in his best Daniel Craig accent, "Pleasure to meet you, miss. The name's Frankenstein. James Frankenstein." She giggled and couldn't stop. Lyle grinned, teeth shimmering white in the moonlight. He pulled and drew her to him, wrapping her in his arms. Her face came forward automatically to his and they joined lips in the moonlight, on the concrete bench, between the two apple trees. Chapter 9 Next day. School cafeteria. George Roman sat down opposite Lyle with a panicked expression on his face. "Shit, Lyle. I'm really nervous about this Biology presentation. You know how I get in front of audiences. I cry, puke, and even get an erection, like, in a major way. Oh, gosh, what am I gonna do? Help me out here, man!" Lyle said, "Chill out. Just pretend like everyone you're facing is in their underwear and you're the only one fully dressed. In effect, you are better than them." George paused in his fidgeting. "Hm. You know what? That could work for me. It sounds-" He was cut off by something out of Lyle's field of sight. Lyle asked, "What?" George said, "That girl who came back from the dead. The first one, Darcy. She's, uh... she's checking you out, I think." Lyle rolled his eyes, "That's impossible. She and I have nothing in common. Besides, didn't I hear a rumor the other day that she's going out with one of the top players on the high school football team?" George's eyes were locked on Darcy before locking on to other pretty girls, "I wouldn't be surprised if she was. That body of hers wasn't much to look at before, but it's becoming easier and easier to look at every day. Bamm." "So just remember what I said about the audience and you'll be okay, alright?" "Yeah, thanks. I'll go get some grub, now that my stomach has settled down a little." Just as George got up, Darcy sat down in the spot where he had been sitting a second ago. Darcy smiled, looking up at him as he stood, "Hey, you're George, right?" "Uh, yeah, hi, Darcy." "It's okay if I sit in your place here?" "Sure, no problem. Lot's of space at this table." He gave Lyle a wink and went to join the serving line. Left alone for a while, Lyle and Darcy just smiled and munched on the food from their trays. Finally she asked, "What do you think about last night?" Lyle twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "No comment." "Well, I think we should do that more often." "Get to know each other more like that?" "Mhm." "Careful. 'Familiarity breeds contempt.'" "You're hopeless." "'Where there's life, there's hope.' And I raise the dead. Maybe you should give me more credit." Darcy laughed out loud, causing the students in the nearby tables to momentarily look their way. When she sobered from her laughter, she said, "I'm doing a paper on warehouse management. There's a warehouse on the edge of town that I'll be visiting. I could use an extra hand to take down notes while I interrogate the manager there." "When?" "This afternoon, right after school." Chapter 10 3:20 PM, Warehouse 10. Darcy had her hair in a pony tail and wore a blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. Standing beside her as she watched the trucks and forklift go about their business, while men and women hustled and bustled with their daily job, Lyle was in a white shirt, gray pants, and black running shoes. A man walked out of an office in the warehouse and waved at them. Darcy waved back, saying, "That's him, the manager, Mr. Halbrook." The man came up to them and shook their hands, "Nice to meet you two. You must be Darcy, the one working on that assignment?" "That's me." He looked at Lyle and asked, "And you are?" Lyle said, "Scribe. She can't write." Darcy playfully slapped him upside the head. Then he said, "I'm just helping her jot down some extra notes. She doesn't really need me, since she has photographic memory." Mr. Halbrook smiled and said, "Okay. Why don't you both follow me and I'll show you whatever you need to know for your assignment. You may ask questions as well." Mr. Halbrook was very co-operative and took them everywhere they needed to go, telling them about this and that, and answering questions from Darcy. Lyle jot down some really good notes in short hand. Darcy kept everything in her head. She didn't exactly have photographic memory as Lyle had joked, but her ability to recollect had improved immensely after she had been re-animated. The manager went as far as to give them a temporarily unoccupied office to work in. "As courtesy of the warehouse, you're being presented with a free thumb drive each." He gave them generic-looking flash drives that had Warehouse 10 printed on them. Darcy and Lyle were delighted and said thank yous. Halbrook added, "We work all through the night here, so you can spend several hours in this office getting your assignment typed up and finished. Feel free to use the computer, printer, paper, etc. Anything else you need, just holler. I'll leave you two in peace and put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign in front of the door so the workers don't barge in and disturb you while you're working." "Thanks, Mr. Halbrook," said Darcy as he waved and closed the door gently behind him. Lyle wondered aloud, "How long are you planning on staying here?" "I want to finish this assignment as soon as possible. I can feel a tonne of other school work coming my way in the near future, so I might as well rid myself of this one paper." "Okay. Just so you know, I'll be leaving as soon as this hour's up. My bugs need tending to." Darcy gave him a look and said, "Oh, we'll both go and feed the bugs. This shouldn't take too long. Hold your horses." She asked for the notes he had taken down and he handed them to her. Lyle scooted his chair next to hers and she started typing. Tap, tap, tap, tap... Chapter 11 After an hour and nine minutes, Darcy had finished and printed the final draft of her assignment. She handed Lyle the sheets of printed paper and said, "Please, staple these together, Lyle honey." His eyebrows shot up and he took the pages from her, stapling them with the device nearby. He breathed, "Done." "Just one more thing." "What?" She whirled his chair around and pulled him towards her by his shirt. Their lips met and they lost themselves to the world. The office they were in did not exist. It merely facilitated a void in space-time that allowed them to be together. Darcy moaned into Lyle's mouth and made love to his tongue with hers. She put a hand around the back of his head and pushed, crushing their mouths further against each other, and probing each other deeper with their tongues. After twenty minutes of kissing, they separated and Lyle said, "The insects." Darcy gave him a funny smile and said, "Let's go." Chapter 12 They got to the insect house and checked on the bugs. Lyle said, "'All quiet on the Western Front.'" Darcy helped him tend to the various insects and their needs. It only took ten minutes. It was already dark outside and Darcy stretched and yawned. "All that typing made me tired. Wanna sleep." "We should take you home." She gave him an indignant look. "Or you could stay here and sleep on the work bench where I brought you back to life." "Eh, maybe not a good idea." "I guess there's always my room." "Great idea." Upstairs of the Atwood residence, in Lyle's room. Darcy looked at his collection of childhood toys and said, "Lyle, you have teddy bugs, instead of teddy bears." He was making the bed for her and said, "I think it's better to cuddle enlarged fuzzy bugs, rather than miniaturized fuzzy bears. But, that's just me." "I'll take this one home with me, if that's okay with you?" She was holding on to a green caterpillar the size of a football. "It's yours." Done with the bed, he gestured, "All yours." "Where will you be sleeping?" "On the floor. There's an extra mattress." "Okay." They slept at 10:44 PM. At 11:22 PM, Lyle felt a body nudge its way into his bed, under his covers. "Darcy?" "Yes, Lyle." "Why aren't you in the bed I spent a lot of effort fixing up for you?" "I wanna be in this bed, with you." Darcy snuggled closer to Lyle and spooned herself against his body, her mouth against his lower shoulder, breathing him in. After a minute, Lyle turned to face her and she purred, pulling him close, and putting a leg over his. He kissed her on the forehead and she returned the gesture with a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. They found it impossible to keep still and not touch each other after that, and eventually, hands began removing clothes from the others body. Where the clothes ended up was no concern to them, just the fact that they were together and naked. Lyle touched Darcy all over and she sighed. Her hands stroked his arms, chest, neck and face. She looked into his eyes and said, "I love you, Lyle. Make love to me." "I love you too, Darcy." There were fine, yet unmistakeable lines on her body. Scars from the accident that he had stitched up to where no one could tell unless their eyes were an inch away from her skin. But they could be easily felt, and he could feel them now. He was saddened by this, and realizing it, she folded him into her, stroking his hair. "I'm fine, really. Better than I was before the accident." After a while, he said, "You shouldn't have died." She replied, "Maybe you're right. But now I'm glad it happened, because we get to be together like this." Chapter 13 Darcy began opening up and moving her hips suggestively against his. Lyle responded positively and gave in to his body's pleading. He entered Darcy, her soft, moist, warm secret. Moaning pleasurably, she moved her pelvis to and fro along his shaft, making love to him. With one arm clutching his shoulder and the other out over the pillow, clutching the edge of the mattress, Darcy thrust her pussy slowly along his cock length. Lyle took hold of Darcy's hips and began moving her against him so she didn't have to exert too much effort. "Hmmm, ohhh, mmmm," she murmured, looking down into the covers, not able to see what they were doing, but knowing it was happening. Lyle also made sounds of pleasure as he added his own thrusts to the mix of passion. This caused Darcy's moaning to go up a notch, though not loud enough to wake up the occupants of the adjoining room. As he felt a climax approaching, Lyle pulled out and gently pushed Darcy's hips back a little. He was breathing fast and not so sure if he would be able to make any more love, once he ejaculated. He wanted this to last, so he waited. Darcy also waited patiently, biting her lip as she savored the residual sensations of ecstasy she had been feeling just a few seconds ago. They made eye contact and immediately came together to kiss animatedly and deeply, hands holding each others hips apart for the moment. Chapter 14 Thank goodness for kissing. It kept them occupied without resorting to full-on sex that would only have lasted a few minutes. Finally, Darcy and Lyle broke their kiss and their eyes traveled down beneath the darkness of the covers. Maneuvering beneath the covers, they found each other, and joined once more. Darcy sighed and pressed her forehead against Lyle's. Lyle took Darcy's leg and raised it over his hip, before clutching her hip and beginning his cock-driving into her. After twenty-three seconds of thrusting, Darcy said softly, "Fuck." Lyle said, "Indeed." They both giggled for a while before returning their focus to the interaction between their pubic junctions. Lyle's cock was now softly slamming into Darcy's pussy, pummeling her labia. She moaned and clutched his arm tightly. Then he increased his force and depth of drive into her and she moaned louder, but he cut her off by closing her mouth with his. Her moan escaped into his mouth and he kissed her deeply in reply. Darcy decided to lose herself kissing Lyle as he became the primary force behind their pelvic collisions. She kept kissing him, even when her eyes rolled into the back of her head from the intense sexual pleasure she was receiving. Lyle knew when that happened by the aimless flopping about of her tongue. He would remedy the situation by locking her tongue down with his and humping his tongue over hers. Darcy broke their kiss and clutched Lyle tightly as she steadied herself and began pumping her hips forward into his oncoming pelvis. "Ahh, ahh, ohh, ohh, ahh," she cried as their genitalia bumped against each other. "Ohh, ohh, fuck, fuuuuck, mmmm," she said hiking her hips up and impaling herself deep along his cock. Lyle possessively grabbed her buttocks and pushed it against himself, driving his cock even deeper into her. Lyle went faster and Darcy slammed herself against him wildly for two long minutes until they climaxed together. Lyle sent a strong jet of cum into Darcy's depths, and she gushed over his cock and pelvis. They both paused and gasped from exhaustion, still joined together. Making sure Mr. and Mrs. Atwood were still asleep, they tiptoed nakedly to the shower room and washed themselves. Then they crept back to Lyle's room. Darcy took Lyle's hand and said, "Now let's sleep in the bed on top." Lyle faked a whine, "Do we have to?" Darcy hissed, "We just had sex. Don't tell me you're afraid to sleep in the same bed with me." "Just kidding." "Not funny." They crawled into the bed, naked and fresh. Darcy hugged her caterpillar and told Lyle to hold her. He did so, spooning up behind her. They slept peacefully. Chapter 15 Lyle woke up in the morning to see Darcy staring at him. He asked her, "What time is it?" "Seven thirty in the morning." "Shit. We're going to be late for school." He wanted to get up, but she held him down with a restraining arm. He asked, "What?" "Let's have breakfast first." With that, she got up and sat astride his pelvis, slipping his cock up her pussy. Now he got to see her fully naked again, and he very much liked what he saw. Darcy looked angelic, just woken up, and now sitting on top of him, his cock tucked snugly up in her warm pussy. She yawned and stretched, softly scratching her tits and giving him sexy sleepy eyes. "Good morning, by the way," she said. "Good morning, Darcy. I still love you." "So do I." Darcy put supporting arms on his abs before raising her rump in a backward arc, allowing him to see her pussy slide up his cock. She looked down to catch the view as well, then brought her lumbar region down to press her labia on top of his pelvis. Lyle moaned in pleasure and Darcy smiled, biting her lip, before she raised her lower body again to slide her pussy up his shaft. Then she brought it down again and repeated the movement, but increasing her speed, going faster, and faster. Darcy was soon bouncing animatedly on Lyle's cock as he held onto her hips. Her pale body pumping up and down on his night black one. She stopped bouncing and began rocking herself on his cock, aided by him arching his lower body upward against the junction of her thighs. Darcy rocked, rolled, and gyrated over his pole, and every minute or so, whipped her hair about her head, knowing it pleased him very much to see her to do so. This also made him cum furiously and very soon, she was his leaking cum receptacle. A minute before they were going to stop, Mrs. Atwood opened the bedroom door and saw a shapely, pale, white girl sitting naked on top of her son with his cock balls-deep inside her. Darcy and Lyle swung their heads to see her and they were both lost for words. Mrs. Atwood's face also registered shock, but she recovered after a second and said sweetly, "Good morning, you two." "Good morning," they replied, as if nothing was wrong, but both their faces were red. "Sorry to interrupt, but you should both be getting ready for school. Lyle, your clock's still late because your father forgot to purchase new batteries like you asked. The time's actually six twenty." Lyle grinned sheepishly, "Whoops." His mother continued, "Ten more minutes of whatever it is you're both doing and then you should start thinking of taking a shower. Maybe taking a shower together to save time. Okay?" "Okay, mom." "Okay, Mrs. Atwood." She smiled sweetly at Darcy and said, "You look gorgeous, by the way. I hope you'll come back after school with Lyle and have dinner with us." "I'd be delighted." " Excellent. I'll leave you two now. Got to go to work. Bye." Chapter 16 When Mrs. Atwood closed the door, Darcy looked down at Lyle and said, "Caught." They giggled and she resumed riding him for six minutes, laughing smiles on their faces. Lyle pulled Darcy down towards him and they kissed for their remaining four minutes, still sexually joined. Then they both took a shower together and arrived at school on time. After that incident, Lyle and Darcy spent a lot of time together and their families became firm friends. Years passed and they both decided to go to the same college, graduated, found employment, got married, and ended up having ten lovely mixed-race children in a big happy house. The End |
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