Dias Plan Chapter 2

Marco was woken up in the middle of the night by a slight rustling in his bed. He stole a look at the clock - it was 2 AM - before turning over to see Star lying next to him.

"Star, what -" he managed, before she pressed her body against his and kissed him hungrily. He could feel her body heat through the thin nightgown she wore, knew that she had nothing on under it. She confirmed this by guiding his his hand beneath her clothes, to her breasts. Her skin was so smooth, and burning hot.

"Need you," she murmured as she pulled his shirt off and showered his chest with kisses and bites. "Need you, need you..."

"Star, stop, we can't do this - " he gasped, but she was already pulling her nightgown above her head. The outline of her naked body in the moonlight was intoxicating. Marco closed his eyes. This was so wrong, it was so bad to do this with an exchange student living with him, but he could not look at that and protest. He felt her breasts on his chest, and a hot wetness on one of his legs where she was grinding her hips. "This is wrong," he whispered.

And then she was moving down his chest, pulling back his boxers, and then her hot wet mouth was on him, and his hips were bucking -

Marco woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, confused for a few moments before he realized it had just been a dream. An intense dream that had felt very real, but just a dream. He sighed, got up, changed his soiled boxers, and went downstairs for a glass of water.

It wasn't the first time he had had a wet dream. It wasn't even the first time he had had a wet dream about someone staying with them. It was definitely the most intense, though. As he was downstairs, he noticed that Star's spellbook was on the kitchen counter for some reason. Odd, she usually kept it in her room. And he had been helping her with her homework all night before they went to bed. What was it doing down here?

Pondering this, Marco groggily stumbled back to bed. As he walked by Star's room, he heard a small, muffled gasp. He paused, and the gasp was followed by a breathy moan. Marco froze, and a small part of him considered sitting outside her door, listening to her. "I can't be dealing with this," he muttered finally, and went back to bed.

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Marco chewed thoughtfully on his roast beef sandwich the next day, idly watching Star play with her food while hammering away at her cellphone. That morning, his mother had mentioned something about them going to the beach that weekend, offering to buy Star a swimsuit. Star was currently texting her to hammer out the details of what was being bought. Suddenly, someone slammed their tray down next to him, grabbing his attention. It was Janna.

"Hey Marco," she said with a smirk. "So, my brother said he saw you at the movies the other night."

"Really?" Star interjected. "Because there was only one other couple there at the movie we watched, and they seemed way too busy to be noticing anyone."

Marco blushed, but Janna just laughed. "Yeah, I heard the film you guys saw was pretty...risque."

"Oh, I wouldn't say it was risky. Really sexy though. Practically pornographic," Star replied.

"I know what I would do if I was at a movie like that with someone," Janna said, looking Marco up and down, and Marco suddenly realized that she was trying to determine if anything had happened between him and Star. He also didn't like the hungry look in Janna's eyes. Marco wasn't stupid, but he didn't know if she was jealous of Star, or just hungry for something she could hold over his head, since she did seem to enjoy tormenting people.

Before he could say something to clear up any confusion, Star spoke up again. "Oooh! Oooh! Guys, check out the swimsuits Marco's mom is looking at for me."

"Swimsuits, eh?" Janna said.

"Yeah, we're going to the beach this Saturday." Marco scooched closer to Star to get a look at her phone.

Janna and Marco crowded around as Star swiped her way through some pictures. An orange one-piece swimsuit. An olive green one piece swimsuit. A dark blue one piece swimsuit. Star made little "meh" noises at each one. None of them were particularly eye-catching. But then she swiped one more time and gasped. Janna chuckled and said "Oh, DEFINITELY that one."

It was an extremely skimpy, light blue bikini, with a large pink heart emblazoned on the crotch. It came with a sort of frilly sarong, with bright yellow shooting stars trailing rainbows The whole thing looked like it was held together with floss.

"Oh wow," said Marco. He actually had no objections to seeing Star in that suit, but now he was beginning to suspect his parents were up to something again. His mom had OBVIOUSLY wanted Star to pick the skimpier outfit. Something was up.

"I know, right? Wearing something that skimpy in public? What a rush!" Star leapt up from the table. "I gotta show OSCAR!"

"Okay, I'll see you in class," Marco called after her as she ran off and the bell rang. The lunchroom began emptying as he and Janna gathered up their trays.

"You know, Marco," said Janna, standing up, and her tone of voice made him uncomfortably aware of just how isolated this table was now that the cafeteria was emptying. She had an excited, devious look on her face, and Marco had the sinking feeling he was about to be blackmailed or otherwise tormented in some way. Janna was glancing around, like she was planning something. "Maybe I'll see you guys at the beach."

"Oh? Yeah, that would be nice," Marco offered half-heartedly, but Janna was already speaking over him.

"Yeah, I really got to work on these tan lines," and she lifted up her shirt. She was wearing no bra beneath, and her breasts were pale, almost as pale as Star, the result of an obvious bikini tan. Something about those tan lines made Marco's mouth dry. Janna was staring at him, blush rising in her cheeks, and then she pulled her shirt down and laughed at his reaction. "See you around, Diaz."