Author: Ashleigh [email protected]
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the RoswellBDSMers! :)
Summary: This is the silliest fic I've ever written. Maria and Michael are trying to get it on... but there are constant interruptions :)
Notes: Thanks to Jen, Mogley, Jade and Melissa, who are part of the gang that make the internet interesting :)
Greetings!
My name is Ashleigh, and I'll be your tourguide this
evening.
Isn't Roswell a beautiful town? To the right, there's
the bowling alley, a popular place on League Night. And
to the left, there's the public park, where many preschoolers play on sunny days.
And over there's the UFO center, and across the street
is the Crash--
Wait. The Crashdown is closed?
But it's nine o'clock on a Friday night, and the Crashdown is the best place to eat on Friday nights.
Hmmm... that's odd.
Shall we go over to investigate?
Sure. Why not?
* * * * *
"Mr. Parker's going to be so pissed at us for closing up
early," Maria murmered against Michael's
shoulder.
His lips blazed a trail down her throat as he spoke.
"Nah. He'll never know. Right?"
"Right," Maria agreed, not thinking clearly. All she
knew was that Michael's mouth was definetly heavensent.
Just then, the two heard a banging at the door.
"Hey!"
called the voices of Jade and Mogley. "Open up!"
"We're closed!" the girl sitting on the tabletop shouted. "Come back tomorrow!"
"But it's only nine o'clock! On Friday!" Jade yelled,
desperate for some Men In Blackberry Pie. "It's two
hours till closing time!"
"Not tonight!" the guy sucking face with the girl yelled
back.
"Good lord," Mogley muttered as they stalked away from
the restaurant. "Can't even get pie in this town."
* * * * *
Oh, my! Those two inside the caf� are really something,
all right! Better than a peepshow in the big city!
But I don't talk about perverted things like that, so
you didn't hear it from me.
* * * * *
Michael slowly unbuttoned Maria's uniform, her red satin
bra and panty set coming into view. He sucked in his
breath at the sight, feeling his manhood grow harder.
"You... are beautiful," he whispered, pulling the straps
of her bra down with his mouth. He unsnapped the material that separated his hands from her breasts, and
hurriedly tossed it away. Immediately, Michael's mouth
began kissing the tops of her perfect globes, causing
the object of his desire to moan rather loudly.
And again, there was a knocking at the door.
"Michael? Maria?" a new voice called. "I need to talk to
the two of you!" Melissa stood impatiently at the door.
"Go away!" the two demanded.
"No, it's important! I must talk to you tonight! It
concerns the --"
At that moment, an extremely hot young man wandered up
to the door. "You lookin' for those two, you're outta
luck," he told Melissa, obviously checking her out. His
lip ring flashed under the street light. "All those two
ever gonna do is bang like mad. The dude's fuckin' MADE
that way, dig?"
Melissa was obviously charmed --and stunned-- by this
young man. "Well, er, thanks for the, eh, information,"
she mumbled, staring at the tattoos visible on his arms.
"No problem, little girl," he grinned. "Say, I've got a
few things I could show you. Whatcha think 'bout takin'
a walk with me?"
"I'd love to!" she chirped. "What's your name?"
"They call me Rath," he told her, putting an arm over
her shoulders. "Ya know, there's this thing called the
Granilith. Do you know anything about it? It's one
fuckin' cool piece of rock..."
* * * * *
Well, well. It seems that Michael and Maria are quite
swept away. And so was Melissa! Although, who WOULDN'T
be over that bitchin' dude?
Let's go back to the Crashdown and see what's taking
place now...
* * * * *
Some time later, the lovebirds in the restaurant were in
a total state of bliss.
"We're going to... wake up... the Parkers..." Maria
gasped as Michael pounded into her from behind.
Michael could only shake his head, his hands reaching
forward to pinch Maria's nipples. It caused her to let
out a loud moan, loud enough to wake up the entire
neighborhood - not just the Parkers.
They almost didn't even notice when Jen threw the rock
through the Crashdown window, reaching around and unlocking the door.
"Okay!" she shouted, rushing into the building with her
hands on her hips. "I know one of you have seen Rath!
Now where the fuck is he? Tell me now, or I'll turn into
an even bigger domme!"
The pair just kept on moving, their rhythm too precious
to end.
"Hey! You two, cut it out for a few minutes! Let me know
where Rath is, and you can go back to screwing, I promise." Jen stomped over, and with a forceful shove to
Michael, pulled them apart.
Looking down, she noted, "Hey, Michael, you're rather
well-endowed. True, you've always been 'gifted' in my
fantasies, but hey! this tops them all!"
Michael didn't bat an eyelash as he said, "Jen. Yeah, we
know you. And we haven't seen Rath. Don't care to,
either."
"Oh, you'll care to see him after what I have in store
for you," she cackled. "But first, I need to get ahold
of him. Literally."
"Um, I think I heard him about five minutes ago," Maria
admitted. "I was a little too busy to answer the door."
"Any idea where he's headed?"
"Don't know. There was... a girl's voice too? Sorry, I
wasn't really paying attention. There were more
--" she
gazed at Michael "--important things at hand."
"Hand, dick, yeah, I'm sure. I bet he left with Melissa!" Jen decided, snapping her fingers. Taking off
out the door and down the street, she began shouting, "Melissa! Wait for me! You'll never guess what I bought!
You'll love it!"
Michael looked at his girlfriend, obviously agitated.
"Want to head on to my apartment?" he asked.
"Sure. Let's go," she decided, pulling her clothes back
on. "You can't even get a decent screw in this town
without someone interrupting."
* * * * *
So there you have it, folks, the tour of Roswell.
The teenagers in this town are certainly
hormonal, aren't they?
THE END