Chapter 19

A loud buzzing wakes Foster from his slumber. He checks the time, lowering the brightness on his screen to try not to disturb C. It's barely five in the morning. He lays back down, snuggling close to C, draping his arm over her waist. He plays with the hem of her shirt, not tired enough to fall back asleep. After losing interest in the shirt, his hands venture lower towards the waistband of her panties. 'I guess the shorts must've been too uncomfy,' he thinks. He continues messing around with the thin, lacy fabric.

C shivers at his touch. She turns over to face him. She opens her eyes slightly to see Foster. His hand found its way back to the delicate fabric, continuing to play with it. She snuggles into his chest, trying to go back to sleep. She can't.

"Foster," she groans, "I'm sleepy." Foster pecks the top of her head but doesn't stop what he is doing.

"I know what could wake you up," he taunts. C pulls away from his chest, gazing up towards his handsome face. A strange gleam in his eyes sends more shivers down her body. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels something poking her thigh. 'He is going to be the end of me,' she hides her face in his chest but doesn't try to stop what is happening.

Foster guides one of her hands towards his sweatpants, placing it directly on top of the stiff rod. C rubs and squeezes it gently, starting to get excited herself. Foster nuzzles his face deep into her neck, placing kisses near the tender spot that he discovered the day prior. Some breathy moans find their way to Foster's ears, he loves them. She slips her hand inside his pants, underneath his boxers. She continues to rub his shaft. She stops rubbing it to tease the head of his cock with her thumb. He groans into her ear. She feels her panties start to stick to her. She continues teasing his cock like this. If he is going to play with her, she is going to do it right back. He starts to feel that familiar pressure, so he places his hand on C's to stop her. She whines impatiently, wanting to continue her actions.

"Oh, come on now, that doesn't sound like my good girl," He whispers into her neck. C stops whining and waits, struggling to hold herself together. Foster lays on his back, helping C climb on top of him. He pulls his pants down just enough to release himself from the tight confines of his boxers. It rubs against her inner thigh, causing her to gasp. She never realized just how big it is. She wraps her hand around it, rubbing up and down, wanting to go further. It twitches in her delicate, pale hands. She goes to tease the tip again but feels a warm liquid ooze from the top. It isn't the same liquid that he has shot into her so many times.

"You need to be patient. Stay still," Foster pulls her arm away, positioning both of her tiny hands on his chest. He pushes her down so that she is positioned on top of it. Panties are all that separates her from what she wants. C rocks her hips back and forth, trying to wiggle free. Foster continues to hold her still, loving how she squirms. He traces circles around her hip bones with his thumb. C eventually stops wriggling and waits for Foster's command.

"There's my good girl. Are you ready to get started?" Foster waits for some affirmative response from C before continuing. She whimpers and nods her head yes. He slides her panties to the side, holding her directly above him. He slides the tip in, some of her juices slide down the shaft, his member twitches again. He pushes her down, filling her up. She leans down for a kiss, trying to stay quiet and barely succeeding. He breaks the kiss. She removes one of her hands from his chest to stifle the loud sounds she is making, barely able to hold herself up with her other hand. It feels too good.

"I want to hear you." The thrill she feels from those words causes her to lose what little composure she had left.

"But-"

"But what? Do you not want to show me how good you feel?" He bucks up into her, trying to elicit some reaction from her. She squeaks and hides her face in his neck, trying to cover up her embarrassment. He places gentle kiss on the side of her head, around her ear. He then nibbles on the shell of her ear, thrusting up into her roughly. Another noise finds it's way to his ears. He continues pounding into her, wanting more.

"You're so wet for me." Foster removes one of his hands from her hip. He finds her clit. He pinches it gently between his thumb and index finger. "Do you like when I touch here?" He pinches the swollen, red button again. She places her other hand back onto his chest. This is too much pleasure. Her arms and legs are shaking. She wants to cum.

"Mhmm," c responds, crying out when he repeats the action. Instead of pinching, he starts rubbing, sometimes putting pressure on it, sometimes just barely making contact. He feels her walls start to grip his cock tighter.

"Tell me how it feels," his raspy voice causes her legs to tremble.

"Foster please," she begs.

"First I want to hear how you feel," a harsher tone greets her ears this time.

"It feels goo-ah," before she can complete her statement he pumps in and out of her, harder. He stops abruptly, still waiting for her response. "I l-like it. It feels g-good." She stumbles around her words, barely able to form a sentence.

"That's what I want to hear," a smug look spreads across Foster's face. He pulls out, earning another loud cry from C. He flips her so that she is face down on the mattress, her ass up in the air, showing him everything. He sees her juices trickle down her inner thighs. 'God she is incredible,' he thinks. He pulls her hips back, pushing inside her again. Driving his stiff appendage into her, he manages to hit that spot. She sees stars. He continues pounding into her, hitting that spot every time. She feels that pressure and goosebumps cover her arms, legs, and chest, as she squirms under him. She wants to do more. She wants more. Drool dribbles down her chin. His thick, hard cock twitches inside her before shooting his load. "Mmm," Foster collapses on top of her. He pulls out and rolls off of her. "Are you awake now?" Foster mocks. C turns to face him. She nods her head before pulling him into a heavenly kiss.

Now that they are both fully awake, they determine that it's time to get ready for the day. Foster hops into the shower with C, supporting her because her legs are too weak from the previous activity. He scrubs the sweat and grime off of her, trying not to be too rough. Once he feels that he has done a good enough job, he steps back to let the water hit her, washing the suds away. C sits on the edge of the tub and conditions her hair while Foster washes himself. He is turned away to give her some privacy. Once they are both clean, they turn off the water and dry off. They brush their teeth together, do their hair together, and get dressed together. They are almost inseparable.

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Once they are seated at the table, bowls of cereal before them, two felines scurry towards them. Cocoa rubs against C's leg. C reaches her non-busy hand down to pet cocoa. L jumps onto the chair next to Foster and then onto the table. L sneaks towards the bowl. He is too focused on the bowl, that he forgets there are spectators. L attempts to dip his paw into Foster's bowl. Foster tries to shoo him away. L is persistent. When Foster finishes all of his cereal, he lets L drink the remaining milk.

"You spoil him," C states in protest of Foster's actions.

"No I don't. We are friends. I'm just being friendly," Foster gives L some pets and then stands from his seat at the table. C is still working on her breakfast, so Foster decides to go get their things.

Foster packs his things first. Once his backpack is prepared, he works on packing up C's. He gathers her textbooks from her desk and places them neatly in the bag. Then he puts her pencils and other writing utensils into her pencil case before packing that away as well. He isn't sure which folders and notebooks are the ones that she uses so he just packs them all. He struggles to get her bag zipped.

Once he has successfully completed his task, he sits on the bed and waits for C to finish breakfast. After a while he notices a strange lump that doesn't feel like it belongs. He lifts the mattress and finds C's diary. He holds it, tracing the lettering on the spine, contemplating what he should do with it.

Deciding not to breach their trust, he puts it back where he found it and tries to focus his attention on something else. He would like to know what it says, but he doesn't want to intrude upon C's personal thoughts. That wouldn't be fair. C enters the room and they slip on their shoes, ready to set out for the adolescent prison that is Weller High.