SVTFOE: As Long as I Want You Ch. 17

Written by WriteFriend
Edited by an EditAnon.


Jackie had walked over to her bed, motioning Marco to follow her. Marco was still reeling from her letting him touch her actual boobs; he was just a very nervous, slightly aroused zombie at this point. He stood up and Jackie lay down on her bed and scooted over so he could lie down next to her and without saying anything Marco did just that.

"Your face is so pale, you sure you’re okay?" Jackie whispered into his ear, she then started to rub the outside of Marco's ear.

Marco just nodded. Jackie could practically see the cartoonish spirals in his eyes like the first time they kissed at the concert. Jackie was so glad to have him all to herself, and she'll make sure it stays that way. Jackie smiled and crawled on top of Marco, sprinkling his face with kisses.

"Jackie, I don't think I deserve this right n-" Marco had tried to say but was interrupted by Jackie placing both his hands on her chest again.

"What was that, dear?" Jackie asked sweetly.

"I don't remember anymore," Marco replied. He wasn't trying to be flirty he literally lost all his memories the second he felt her boobs again. He thinks his last name started with a D, but he's not even sure of that.

Jackie giggled again. "God, you are adorable."

Marco pushed her head down so he could kiss her better while simultaneously squeezing one of her breasts in his hand.

"Oh, oh, yeah that's it papi, now you're learning," Jackie whispered in between kisses. Marco was glad he once spent a whole afternoon teaching her Spanish.

Jackie reached for her phone on the dresser next to the bed.

"Kissing selfie time!" Jackie shouted with glee. She stretched out her arm and took a few pictures as she and Marco kissed.

"Okay, now silly faces!" Marco added.

Marco and Jackie squeezed their cheeks side by side and made a host of funny facial expressions. Granted some of them turned out like they were in the middle of a stroke, but it was funny to them and that's all that mattered.

Jackie went through her pictures as she sat on top of Marco. She could have sworn something poked her.

"Is that your-"

"Keys! It's my keys," Marco replied trying to sound believable.

"I thought you said Janna stole your keys," Jackie replied with a grin.

"Did I say key's no I meant...Bee’s, it's is a brand of pocket...flashlight...b-Bee's Flashlights, they are the bee's knees of....flashlights, yeah that's it." Marco didn't realize he was shifting his eyeballs left and right. Any other person would have thought that be suspicious.

"Oh, okay. Too bad I thought it was something else," Jackie replied, still grinning.

Jackie continued, going through her selfies with Marco, almost all of them are Facebook material. Marco was really good at duck face selfies for some reason.

"Wait, why did you say ‘too bad’?" Marco asked.

"Oh...no reason," Jackie mumbled, she's going to enjoy teasing him like this.

Jackie scrolled to her last picture, all good but nothing truly special. She put down her phone and thought about something. It's a dangerous idea, but she does want a little something just for them. She looked back at Marco, color was finally starting to return to his face so that was good at least.

"Marco, how much do you love me?" Jackie asked.

"With all my heart" Marco replied.

"How much do you trust me?" She then asked.

"I'd trust you with my video game collection...also, my life," Marco said with a smile.

"And you know what my answer would be if you asked right?"

"Of course," Marco replied confidently.

"Good, remember that," Jackie replied.

Jackie quickly unzipped his hoodie and yanked it off him. Marco didn't even know what hit him, but she didn't stop there. In an even faster motion, she pulled off his shirt. Marco must have started working out more since they began to date because damn he's starting to have a chest like that werewolf douchebag from Twilight, Jackie thought to herself.

"Jackie, what the hell?" Marco said, folding his arms across his chest trying to cover up. Jackie laughed at Marco's prudery.

"It's okay, you aren't going to be alone," Jackie replied. She then pulled off her own shirt, bra included.

Marco's jaw hit the floor hard the ground shook. So hard a tsunami warning had to be issued for all southern California as a precaution. And just maybe, just maybe, so hard a toy in a claw machine shifted to the left at just the right moment so a small child could win it. Maybe.

Jackie blushed and ran her hands down her chest.

"Shh…don't say anything, time for another selfie, but this one is going to be just for you and me," She whispered and then kissed Marco, who was still in shock and staring at her.

She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chest against his. "Just kiss me," she whispered. And Marco did as he was told.

After a short while, they let go of each other. Both of their faces were bright red.

"Uhm, are you going to take a picture?" Marco asked he was breathing pretty heavily.

"Oh, right."

Jackie hugged him again and stretched out her arm. She took a few pictures of her and Marco in various poses while kissing and embracing each other. For the last one she set her phone on a timer and propped it up against her lamp. She liked the last picture the best of Marco sitting up and kissing her forehead as she closed her eyes and smiled.

"I may or may not look at these before I go to sleep tonight and do...stuff," Jackie said with a smile. Marco just blushed and held her by her waist. Marco looked at her alarm clock and saw that it was getting late.

"Jackie, I should probably get going," Marco said even though he really wanted to stay and take more pictures. Hell, he wouldn't mind just staring her boobs some more. As it stands, Marco was never ever going to wash his hands again for as long as he lives. Marco has touched the boobs of the hottest girl in school; it's all downhill from here, he figures.

Jackie looked sad, but she knew Marco was responsible like that. She got off him and let him get dressed. She, on the other hand, did not and just smiled and waved at Marco as he put on his shirt and hoodie. Marco was unsure whether to be creeped out or turned on. Eh, both work.

Marco kissed her on the forehead and waved goodbye as he got ready to leave, all while maintaining eye contact. It was harder than it looked. Once he had left her room, she peeked out the window careful not to let anyone see her and sure enough Marco looked up and waved again as he walked to his bike. Somehow he just knew, Jackie returned to her phone and looked at all her pictures. As long as she has these she can never let anyone borrow her phone, especially Janna.

At the Diaz house, Janna had climbed a tree near Marco's bedroom window, opened it and went into his room. She would have snuck in the front door, but his parents were in the front yard.  She walked to his bed and laid down it, she hugged his pillow and sniffed it a few times. It smelled like cheap cologne and sweat with a hint of nacho cheese, it was heaven for Janna. She continued to bury her face in his pillow, some day she'll be in here with him playing Pokemon on their 3DS or something. After a bit she went over to his closet and- rummaged through his clothes, and picked out a t-shirt. She took off hers and put on Marco's. It was a t-shirt of some fighting video game Marco likes, called Fight Fighters.

She walked over to his desk and picked up a framed picture of him and Star taken in a photo booth. They were making funny faces as he held her by the waist. Star's face was that of absolute joy and Janna hated it. However, she did think it was interesting that so far there are no pictures of him and Jackie anywhere, at least not any that Marco framed. And yet...Janna looked around there are a few plastered on the side of his mirror of him and Star sometimes just of Star.

Janna covered up Star with her hand on the framed photo and kissed Marco's side of the picture. She walked away from his desk, if only Jackie knew of all the pictures of his pretty little magical not-girlfriend in his bedroom. Odds are Jackie hasn't been inside yet and Star has just as many of him in her bedroom. She pondered this little theory, and she wasn't sure how, but she knew this may be used to her advantage. Janna's train of thought was cut short as she heard someone come up the stairs. She quickly went over to his bed and pulled out one of her panties from a pocket and placed it under Marco's pillow. Maybe the sixth time will be the charm, as Janna was convinced if she did this enough times it might act like some sort of voodoo love spell. She swung her shirt over her shoulder and jumped out the window, grabbing onto the tree outside and sliding down it to the ground below, just as Star opened the door to Marco's bedroom. For a second Janna looked like a rat that runs away when you turn on the lights, she even hissed. Janna bolted down the street, with her new t-shirt minus one pair of panties.

In Marco's bedroom, Star walked over to Marco's bed and laid down on it and sniffed his pillow.  It smelled like sweat, cologne, nacho cheese and a hint of cheap woman's deodorant. She lifted up his pillow to fluff it up and saw some panties underneath. Marco had complained to her a few times about finding girl underwear under his pillow, Star had to finally show him all her underwear had a yellow Star on it and glowed in the dark.

"Wow, we really are close, I pretty much let him inspect my underwear that one time," Star giggled to herself. She looked down at the new pair of mystery undies.

"Here I'll do him a favor," Star mumbled.

She walked over to his desk and picked up a pencil. While she was there she picked up the framed photo of them in the photo booth from that dance club that she visited with him and pony head once. She and Marco had returned a few times since to dance, this photo was from one of those visits. She picked it up and kissed Marco side of the picture, promising herself to kiss the real thing one day. Star picked up the panties with the pencil, as there was no way in hell she's touching them with her bare hands. She aimed the wand at it and an incinerated it with a fire spell. Star could have sworn a cartoony skull made out of smoke appeared as the panties burned.

Star Butterfly. You know you want her as a best friend when she destroys potentially cursed panties left behind by some panty phantom for you. Star then walked out of his bedroom and closed the door.

She wasn't done doing things for him today.