House of Mouse

Written by Alex; not an official DMG, but a very talented writer. [: Enjoy!

You’re pacing up and down the hallway, tears welling up in your eyes. This is supposed to be a fun trip, a time to visit your best friends and take a look into their crazy lives. Instead, you’re alone in the hallway, fighting back tears yet failing miserably, and your friends are in the studio, laying down tracks, oblivious to this all. Telling yourself to toughen up and stop being a baby for the sake of saving face in front of a bunch of business people, you wipe away your tears, take a deep breath, and head back to the studio.

Colliding with one of your friends as you open the door, him on his way out to find you, you avert his gaze, looking down at the floor; maybe he won’t notice. “Oh…sorry Kevin,” you say, “I didn’t see you…I…got lost.” He knows your lying; he’s not stupid. “Yeah…uh, not so fast,” he puts a hand on your stomach and backs you up and into the hallway once again. “What’s wrong?” he asks you, looking at your red, puffy eyes. “What? Everything’s fine, c’mon let’s go back in…I wanna hear you what you guys layed down so far,” you shrug his comforting hand off your upper arm, brushing past him and heading for that door. “No,” he says forcefully this time, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to meet his stare, “Everything is not fine. Tell me.” “Kevin,” you whine, “I…I can’t.” Your voice is shaky and tears once again well up, your wall beginning to crumble. “Michelle,” he says softly, picking up your hanging head gently with his hand, “You can tell me.”

“It’s,” you begin; your mind trails off; you wonder if you should tell him. “Please,” he begs you. “It’s Steve,” you finally confess. “Your friend Steve?” he asks confused, “What’s the matter with him?” “Nothing’s the matter with him,” you explain, your attitude making it apparent that Steve was just fine. “Go on,” Kevin tells you, gathering that there is way more to this story than meets the eye. “Well…a few weekends ago, we were drunk at a party. I KNOW…I know you don’t like it when I drink; I’m sorry, I know now…and we were just hanging out…having a great time, and then like…people went up stairs and it was just me and Steve. And at first it was okay but then we started kissing and things got out of hand…by a lot…but I thought it was going to be okay, we were talking and he told me he loved me, and we’ve been such good friends, like, I believed him….so…we…you know,” you can’t look in his eyes any more, you can see he’s hurt. “…I just talked to my friend Kayla,” you begin, embarrassed by your foolishness, “…Steve had sex with two other girls since then…one girl I really hate too…and he knows it…I’m…I’m…just another number,” you break down, putting your face in your hands. “It’s okay,” he says, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “You are not just another number…he used you…and when I see him again...I’ll…I’ll…well..let’s not think about that now.”

“But people know...and…they’ll think I’m just another slut,” you cry, “And I’m not like that Kevin.” “I know you aren’t…I know you thought that there was something special between you two…..that he cared for you…..like….like….I do,” he tells you. You take your face out of his shoulder and look up at him; he’s staring directly into your eyes. His eyes are burning into your soul. “W-What?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “You heard me,” he smirks, “I care a lot about you…you are probably my best friend…I…I…I love you.” “Me?” you question him, breaking from his strong embrace and taking a step back, hitting the wall. “Yes you,” he nods, taking a hesitant step closer to you. “I…I don’t know what to say,” you admit, your face becoming red. “Please tell me you feel the same way,” he says lowly, becoming nervous. You look into his eyes. You’ve always noticed their beauty but never before had you been this close. The scent of his cologne fills your nostrils and you feel a tingling sensation deep inside you; your panties start to become moist. Blushing, your body begins to tremble. “I…do,” you choke out.

“You do?” he raises his eyebrows in minor shock. “Mhmm,” you nod your head, “I…love you too Kevin.” You’d been choking it back for so long that it was difficult to finally let it out. “I love you,” you say again, becoming more comfortable with it and starting to really like the sound of it. “Well that’s a relief,” he says, taking a step closer to you, placing his hands on your waist. “Why?” you ask, confused. “Because,” he says, pressing his hips into yours, making you breathe in sharply, “Then I couldn’t do this.” He lowers his head, gently brushing his lips against yours. The kisses are soft at first, the both of you shaking from your nerves. Cupping your face with his hand, he deepens the kiss. Pushing your hips into his, you both moan softly at the friction.

“Mmm,” You moan, breaking the kiss. “What’s wrong?” Kevin asks you, frowning. “I, I can’t do this here…Mickey is watching…this is the House of Mouse!” you hiss. Kevin looks at you amused for a moment. “Come with me,” he kisses your cheek and grabs your hand, dragging you down the hallway. “Kevin?” you ask, “Where are you taking me?” He doesn’t answer you. Pulling you swiftly along and nodding his head at passerbys, he stops in front of a door. “The Janitor’s closet?” you raise your eyebrow. “Get in,” he smiles, turning the knob and pushing you playfully through the door.

Not a second after the door clicks shut, he has you against the back shelve, his mouth on yours, kissing you passionately. Running his tongue along your bottom lip, he begs for an entrance, one which you happily oblige. Your tongues intertwine, dancing between your mouth and his. Once again he pushes his hips into yours, sending a chill up your spine and knocking some rolls of toilet paper down on your heads. “Sorry,” he mumbles against your lips. “Mmm,” you shrug it off, playing with the hem of his shirt. Running your hands up and over his torso, his muscles twitch at the feel of your hands. Bringing your hands back down, you grab his shirt, eager for him to be rid of it. “Uh uh,” he stops you, “Ladies first.”

You eye him while he playfully runs a finger over your naval, flicking your belly button ring. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you hold your arms above your head as he skillfully tugs it off in one swipe. Hooking your finger into the rim of his jeans, you pull him into you, your bare skin becoming warmed by his hot touch. His lips let go of your mouth, moving onto your neck, attacking that hollow area right above your collarbone. You throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue swirls around that hickey he is making. Blowing on the wet skin before moving down, he gives you goosebumps; your heart beats faster with anticipation.

Kissing the top of your chest and soon the beginning of the valley between your breasts, he stops when he reaches fabric. Looking up to you for approval, you nod, giving him the okay. Reaching behind your back, he skillfully unhooks your bra with one hand, shrugging playfully when you raise an eyebrow. “I thought you were a virgin,” you tease him. “I’m pretty sure me unhooking a girl’s bra isn’t what is keeping me a virgin,” he replies smartly. “Then what is?” you raise your eyebrow. “Well…this was,” he holds up his ring finger. “Was?” you question him. “Yep,” he nods, finishing the removal of your bra. Taking a moment to view your bare upper half, he swallows before bringing his lips to your once again.

You feel his hardness grow against you and you sigh in anticipation…was this really going to happen? Reaching for the zipper, he undoes your jean skirt, letting it fall to your ankles and watching you kick it off. Only one more item of clothing remains. Dropping down to his knees, Kevin smiles devilishly up at you, kissing your hip bone. “Kevin,” you breathe, as he dips a finger into the elastic of your underwear, “W-what are you doing?” Hooking a finger in the other side, he smirks as he tugs your panties gently down, helping you step out of them.

Barely giving you a moment to register what’s going on, he sets his mouth on your swollen nub, sucking on in it gently, earning a moan to escape for your lips. Taking one of your legs, he drapes it over his shoulder, allowing him deeper access. “Kevin,” you sigh, “N-not fair….you….ohhhhh.” You moan as he slips a finger into your slick entrance, your nerves endings on fire. Adding another finger into your tight core, the slickness the only way he can enter, he pumps slowly, curling his fingers inside you. You moan loudly; the feeling is unbelievable. “Oh...m-my God…K-Kevin,” you whimper as his tongue flicks on that your sensitive spot.

Suddenly and without provocation, Kevin pulls out his fingers, licking off your juices. You eye him oddly for a moment as he lays a gentle kiss on your swollen nub before getting to his feet again and wrapping his arms around you waist. “Do you trust me?” he asks you seriously, looking straight into your eyes. You nod your head, completely entranced by his stare, “I do.” “And you know I would never hurt you like he did, ever?” he asks again. “I know,” you tell him. “Then trust me now okay?” he asks you nervously, waiting for your response. You nod slowly, wondering where he is going with this. Kissing you lightly on the lips for a moment, he breaks away, taking a few steps backwards and locking the door.

You wonder why he didn’t lock the door in the first place but decide not to mention it; it wasn’t worth killing the moment. Taking a towel from one of the shelves, he lays it out on the floor before walking over to you. Taking you in his arms, he kisses you passionately, bringing you slowly down to the ground and laying you carefully onto the towel. You watch as he sits back on his knee, finally removing the shirt you tried to earlier. Reaching for his belt, you assist him, dying to make this process go faster. Successfully undoing his jeans, you watch as he slides them down, his hardness now standing fully erect underneath the loose fabric of his boxers. You swallow when his pants are fully off and he reaches for his boxers. “Kevin,” you sigh involuntarily, not able to control yourself any longer.

“If you’re not ready….I won’t,” he reassures you, eyeing you for approval. “No…I-I’m ready,” you tell him, barely able to get any words out. Smiling sweetly at you, he removes his boxers, his last item of clothing. Lying down atop you, he raises himself lightly, staring into your beautiful eyes for a moment before bringing his lips down to yours. You feel his hand on your thigh, spreading your legs wide for you. It was as is your mind forgot how to control your body, all you can think of is him. Placing an arm on either side of your head, you can feel his tip at your entrance, your juices crying out to be met.

Leaning down and kissing you gently, you inhale sharply as he enters you slowly, pushing himself into you fully. Waiting a moment for your body to adjust, he begins a slow, steady rhythm. “Ohh….yea,” you moan, the feeling indescribable, “That feels s-so…good.” Biting his lip, Kevin grinds his hips against yours as he pulls out almost fully before slamming into you deeply. “OH,” you yelp at his sudden action. “Please,” you whimper as he regains his slow pace, “Go…go…ohhh…faster.” Obliging you, he quickens his pace, circling his hips around yours.

Circling your hips against his, you earn a loud moan from him as the friction sends him over the edge. Beads of sweat are forming are his brow, his curls now sticking to his damp forehead. “Ohhh….Kevin,” you cry. “M-Michelle,” he whimpers your name, “This feels…ahh…this feels...soo…sooo good.” Sliding in and out of you with ease, he pumps even faster, your hips continuing to circle around his. “Tell me,” he begins; his breath heavy and uneven. “Telll me…he…he never made you feel like this,” he finishes his sentence with great effort. “I…w-what?” you question him, unable to process your thoughts. “Tell me,” he says again, pulling out and forcefully slamming into you, making you scream out. “H-He didn’t….only..ohhhhhh….only you,” you answer, trying to speak.

“Harder,” you beg him as you feel him throbbing inside you, your hands gripping his slick waist. Quickening his pace and pushing into your harder and harder each time, he groans deeply, feeling a tingle in the base of his spine. “Oh God,” he cries, “S-Soon.” “N..not yet,” you tell him, earning a whimper from him. Desperate, he pulls back, taking one of your legs and pinning it wider. “OH….there,” you moan as he hits that spot deep inside you that sends shivers shooting up your spine, your nerves completely on fire. “Thereee,” you cry again, feeling you body beginning to tense around him, “Ohhhh…Kevinnnn.”

Slowing his pace and thrusting into you deep and hard, he feels your body convulse around him as you ride out your climax. Feeling you come to your end, he is unable to hold it any longer. With one last thrust, he moans loudly, releasing inside of you, his hips numbly pulsing in and of you a few more times. Kevin collapses atop you, unable to hold himself any longer. Resting his damp head on your chest, you wrap your arms around him, playing with his curls as you both struggle to catch your breaths.

“That….that,” you begin, searching for words. “That was amazing,” Kevin finishes your sentence. You nod, agreeing with him. Laying there for a few more minutes, Kevin finally pushes himself off of you, grabbing your underwear and helping your legs into them. Quickly redressing, Kevin helps you off the floor, throwing the towel back onto the shelf. “You okay?” he smiles, as you walk awkwardly with him towards the door, your hips still recovering. “I…I think so,” you answer honestly, your mind still processing the event. “Just…sit by me in the room k?” he tells you, “I’ll take care of you.” Smiling, you lean up and kiss him fully before opening the door.

“Kevin?” you ask him as you near the door to the recording studio. “Yea?” he looks down at you. “…Can we do that again?” you ask, your cheeks turning red. “Yea…just not right now,” he chuckles, “Remember…Mickey is watching.”