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Don't Know Why	By : JustMeAgain Category: G through L > Ghostbusters Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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1992
"They even make me uncomfortable." He replied, not kidding in the least. He juggled the heavy book with his other gifts he’d received to dig his house key out of his coat pocket. I took the keys from him and let us into the ultra neat but sparsely decorated kitchen. In all the years our families had been neighbors I’d only been in the house a few times as Egon tutored me in math. I locked the door back, and then I followed Egon upstairs. I should’ve felt shy about going into his bedroom, but my curiosity was too strong. "This will only take a moment. I know you’re worried about getting home before your father does." He assured me, switching on the overhead light of his room.
"Pop won’t be home this weekend. He’s in Atlantic City with some buddies from work. I just didn’t feel like spending a couple hours cooped up in the backseat with Ray. I love him like a brother, but he’s one of the gassiest people I know. Especially after a big supper." I revealed.
"It’s a completely natural process..."
"... and I still don’t want to be around to witness it." I told him.
"Which is completely understandable." He replied, setting his gifts down on his desk. I sat on his twin bed, peeling my coat off. His room was a reflection of him on so many levels. I couldn’t help but like it. The bed was a long, slim twin bed with a navy blue comforter and white sheets with navy blue pinstripes. The curtains and rug matched, and his walls were painted a flat white. Mostly the walls were covered with book shelves, a poster of Albert Einstein, another of the periodic table, a map of the universe and a map of the Earth. From the ceiling hung models of different molecules and a model of our solar system. His desk was cluttered, and a miniature model human skeleton lay partially assembled there. On his dresser top was a chemistry set and an ant farm.
"I like your room, Spengs... it’s like a science lab, only cozier." I told him.
"Thank you." He replied, turning toward me with a wrapped box.
"I didn’t think you got me anything. My feelings were a little hurt." I admitted, but posed it as a joke. He sat beside me on the bed, and I felt the nervous tingle shoot through me as I took the gift.
"It’s a little personal, and I didn’t want the others to see." He told me, piquing my interest.
"Wait... you didn’t get me an itsy bitsy, teeny weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini, did you?" I teased, trying to ease the tension a bit. He stared at me with glazed eyes for a moment. "Spengs?" I asked, and he coughed nervously.
"Of course not." He finally replied, his ears red. I couldn’t help but kid him a little more.
"Hey, Four-Eyes, you weren’t just trying to picture me in a bikini, were you?" I nudged him with my elbow. He swallowed, adjusted his glasses, wiped his hands on his pant legs and abruptly stood to start sorting through the papers on his desk. Happiness bloomed in my chest as I realized I’d hit the nail on the head. I could suddenly care less about the gift. I set the box on his nightstand and moved up to where he stood nervously shuffling papers. As gently as I could, I placed my hand on his shoulder blade. "Egon?" I nearly whispered.
"Yes?" He replied, tensing under my touch and refusing to face me. I licked my lips and physically turned him until we stood face to face... well, face to chest. He still refused to make eye contact with me. With a courage born of longing I slid my hands up his sweater vest clad chest and to his face. I made him look at me.
"Egon, it’s okay to imagine me in a bikini. I’d like for you to think of me that way. I’d like you to think of me, period." I said in a shaky voice. His hands slid up to cup my elbows, bringing me closer to him.
"Rebecca, you’re all I can think about." He sighed, clearly uneasy with it.
"Is it so bad?" I asked, smoothing the wrinkle in his brow. He swallowed and shook his head ‘no.’
"It’s wonderful and distracting." He admitted truthfully, making me giggle.
"Sorry to be so distracting." I grinned and stood on my tip toes. I pulled him the rest of the way down to kiss him. At first he tensed up, but only at first. It only took a moment more for him to return the kiss. I moaned as he pulled me tightly against his body. I could feel his hands tremble as they moved up and down my back. I tugged on his tie, loosening it as I licked my tongue across the seam of his lips. He groaned and opened his mouth to let me twist my tongue around his. Holding onto his tie, I walked us back over to the bed. I broke the kiss long enough to pull the hunter green turtleneck over my head and to lower the zipper of my plaid skirt. Egon swallowed again and licked his lips as I shimmied out of the tights I wore. He’d completely frozen up, and, for a second, I thought I’d broken him.
"Rebecca..."
"Don’t stop now, Egon. I don’t think my heart could handle it." I told him, pushing his sweater vest up his stomach. As I pressed my body into his I could feel that he was definitely not ready to stop. I rubbed myself against the bulge in his pants as he finished discarding of his sweater vest and tie. This time, he kissed me, as I began to unbuckle his belt. He fell to the bed, pulling me across his lap, and I moved my kisses to his neck as I worked on unbuttoning his shirt. He kissed along my shoulders and chest, and, while one hand tangled in my hair, I could feel the long fingers of his other hand unhooking my bra. I’d never let anyone touch me like this, but, instead of being scared of losing my virginity, I was terrified he’d stop. I finally succeeded in getting his shirt open, and he slid my bra off of me. I kissed his mouth, pressing my bare breasts into his bare chest. He laid me back onto his pillow and immediately sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I sighed, arching my back to give him better access. I ran my hands into his hair and gently took his glasses from his face. I set them on the nightstand and circled my legs around his waist. He kissed up my chest to my neck, and I slid my arms underneath his opened shirt. He rocked his pelvis into mine, and I shook all over.
"Becca... I don’t want to hurt you." He whispered before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
"Then don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop." I nearly sobbed as he continued teasing me.
"But you’re a virgin... it’ll be painful." He warned.
"I don’t care. I want it to be with you, Egon. I’ve loved you for years." I revealed, tears forming in my eyes. He looked down at me with his warm chocolate eyes, and I could see his fear and uncertainty there. I rocked my hips up into his, and he smoothed my hair back from my face.
"I’ll be gentle." He promised and kissed my lips tenderly.
"Mmm, I trust you." I replied. He slid his hands over my hips, drawing my panties down over my thighs. He moved back over me to kiss me, and, at the same time I felt his fingers parting me. I shivered all over as his long fingers stroked me, and he deepened the kiss. I slid my hands to his waist, snaking my hands into his pants. It was his turn to shudder when I rubbed my thumb over the head of his penis.
"Wait... not yet." He panted, brushing my hand away. I started to question him, but he gathered both my hands into his and lifted them over my head as he kissed me. With his other hand he stroked me faster, and my body convulsed with an orgasm.
"Oh! Egon!" I cried out at the intense pleasure. He sucked the flesh of my throat, and I was so distracted I didn’t realize what he was doing until I felt him sink fully into me. I yelped in surprise, and, for a few heartbeats, I felt too full. And then he began to move.
"Mmm, Becca..." He moaned, burying himself even deeper into me. I couldn’t even make out a full word. I babbled incoherently as he picked up his speed, and I wrapped myself around him. Everything was so right, so perfect. I couldn’t think of anything but him. His deep voice, his dark eyes, the feel of him filling me over and over and over again. My eyes rolled back as a second orgasm tore through my body, and Egon moved frantically. "Mmm, so perfect..." He gritted out as his body locked up. I felt him come as he growled, and I hugged his body to mine. A rippling blue light caught our attention, and we silently watched what looked like a neon blue smoke ring slowly ascend. Egon reached for his glasses, and his mouth hung open as the ring floated to the ceiling before dissipating.
"Egon... did I... was that...?" I gulped, feeling a thread of panic begin to form.
"I don’t know, but I’ll figure this out. I won’t let anything hurt you." He told me as he still lay cradled between my thighs. I leaned up and kissed him, and he deepened it. "I’ll protect you." He reiterated.
"You aren’t scared of me?" I asked him, stroking his neck.
"I’m not afraid of you. I’m terrified of not being everything you deserve, though." He said.
"Egon, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. How could you think you won’t be enough for me? I’m just some screwed up, crazy girl, and you’re so handsome, so smart and sweet. I’m the lucky one." I smiled up at him.
"What about Ray and his parents? What will Peter and your father think? You’re only fifteen... they could have me arrested."
"I’m almost sixteen, and Peter won’t even notice. He barely knows I exist. My father doesn’t have to know. He’d hate anyone I dated. As for Nana, I think she’s been hoping we’d get together. Ray will be surprised, but I don’t think he’ll be upset." I replied.
"I hope so." He replied, tangling his fingers in my hair before kissing me again.
"If you want, we can keep it a secret until you think they may be ready to know about us." I offered, and he smiled at me.
"I think it would be a good idea... at least until we can test the waters a little." He agreed. I understood the need for secrecy, and, truthfully, I was glad to keep things to myself. I didn’t know for sure how everyone would react, and it would kill me if Egon got in trouble for being with me.
The sound of the Stantz’ car returning caught Egon’s attention. "I should shut off the lights. If Ray sees them on he might decide to come over. He knows my parents are out of town." Egon said, lifting himself off of me. He zipped and buttoned his pants but left his shirt open as he pulled the shades on the windows. He switched off the overhead light and the lamp on the desk, and then he switched on the small bedside light. He sat back down on the bed, and I moved up to hug him from behind. "You didn’t open your gift yet." He said, picking it up from the nightstand.
"I got a little distracted." I said, kissing his neck and behind his ear.
"Open it now... before I get distracted." He said, pulling my hands to his mouth to kiss before placing the box in one of them.
"Give me your shirt." I said, feeling suddenly aware of my complete nudity. I pulled his shirt off of him and poked my arms through the long sleeves. It was way too big on me, but it smelled like him. I did up a few buttons and scooted over to sit beside him. I carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside was s silver necklace with a garnet dangling from it’s center. "Oh... Egon, it’s beautiful!" I said, lifting the necklace from the box. He took it from me and draped it around my neck. I held my hair out of the way as he affixed the clasp.
"It belonged to my grandmother. Her birthday was in January, too. Some of the studies Ray and I have done have indicated silver is protective against ‘evil,’ and garnets are supposed to represent constancy. It’s probably all old wives tales, but I’m studying both elements to see if there’s any scientific basis to it. Hopefully it’ll provide constant protection from evil. In the meantime, though, we’ll take what we can get." He smirked. I kissed him again.
"Thank you, Egon. I’ll never take it off, but I’ll keep it hidden in my shirt around everyone else." I assured him.
"Especially my mother. She’d recognize it, and I’m not sure she’d appreciate me giving it to you." He warned.
"You didn’t take it from her, did you?" I asked.
"No. My grandmother left her jewelry to my mother, sister and me. She wanted me to have it to give to my wife." He explained. I felt tingly all over at his admission.
"I’ll take good care of it. I promise." I hugged him.
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