Hugging on Star's Bed

Janna was actually quite the complex character, as Marco was quickly finding out.
It all began with that revelation that her favorite color was pink, not black. Ever since then, Marco had begun paying a bit more attention to that girl he thought he had known since childhood, and begun to notice things.
He noticed that despite the tough posturing as a rebel loner in detention, she showed a lot of loyalty to those stuck in there with her. She looked out for anyone new that got thrown in, worked hard to make them feel part of the strange detention culture and society that had built up in there over the years, and did her best to make what was supposed to be a punishment sometimes feel fun.
Now he noticed that despite the playful teasing exterior, Janna could be very shy if the target of her teasing decided to fire back with teasing of his own.
He wasn't quite sure how he had ended up in this situation. It had seemed a very ordinary day. Janna had come over and done some mischief with Star in her room, probably involving one of his hoodies considering he was missing one. Then Star had gone out to collect some "raw materials" for whatever she and Janna were up to, and Marco had decided to take a peak in Star's room to see if they really had taken his missing red hoodie.
Janna caught him right away, and started teasing him and playing little jokes on him. Somewhere in there she had some tease about his hoodie and the color red, and without much thought Marco decided to fire back with some teasing of his own.
"Oh please, I know you wear pink every day where it counts."
In retrospect, he wasn't sure if what he said even made any sense, but the effect was immediate. Janna, briefly caught off guard for once, turned red, suddenly without anything to say.
She recovered very quickly. "I always knew you liked sneaking peeks."
Janna was staring right into his eyes and speaking in her usual confident tone, but Marco, now that he was paying more attention, was aware that her face was still red. There were cracks in her armor. So Marco decided to keep going.
"Or maybe you're just the type that likes to show off."
Janna's expression didn't change, but her face was growing redder. "Want me to show you now?"
He couldn't back down now. "Yes."
With that, Janna reached down and pulled up the edge of her short yellow skirt, flashing her pink panties right at him.
The two of them remained almost frozen in place, except for the slight trembling in Janna's hands as she held up her skirt.
"Like what you see?" She said, breaking her gaze and looking to the side. "I told you I love pink, Marco."
Marco could feel his own face growing red and hot. He was deeply aware that he and Janna had suddenly crossed a line, but it was not too late to turn back. But then he looked into Janna's face, and saw the confident dare in her eyes, and all of a sudden he realized he couldn't back down.
"Let me guess: I-I can look b-but I can't touch?"
His voice betrayed him, cracking in anxiety, but Janna seemed not to notice. "You're a special case. You get to know my favorite color, so you get to touch my favorite color too."
Marco could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. Somewhere instinct began to take over, and he gently knelt down in front of her and reached out, placing his hands on her thighs.
"Wait," said Janna, snapping Marco back into reality.
He looked up, suddenly afraid, but Janna's attention was elsewhere. She suddenly produced a black marker from somewhere, and began to write on her abdomen, beneath her belly button and above the line of her panties. So Marco learned something else about Janna: she was surprisingly good at writing legibly upside down on herself.
She finished, capped the marker, and tossed it aside, leaving a simple message: "For Marco Diaz only" with a little arrow pointing down. Her eyes looked to the side to where she had thrown the marker, still unable to look in his eyes directly.
"You can have them," she continued, "if you remove them with your teeth."
They were at another crossroads. He could still back down. They could laugh about it afterward together and treat it as just another victory for Janna.
Marco leaned forward, gently placing his mouth against the top of the panties.
"Wait!"
Janna suddenly took a step back, pulling away from Marco's lips. Marco jumped back to his feet, his mouth spilling apologies faster than his mind could even think of them.
Janna dropped her skirt and covered her face in her hands. "No, it's not that," she said. "It's just... close your eyes."
Marco quieted, and closed his eyes. He let Janna lead him over and sit him down on the edge of the bed. Before he could protest, she was in his lap, wrapping her arms and legs around him, hugging him close, and burying her face into his neck.
"Janna?"
"I don't want to feel you in one place," she whispered. "I want to feel you everywhere."
Marco didn't answer. He only wrapped her arms around her and hugged her in answer. He could feel his pants crotch growing tighter, as well as a great heat just above it.
"I thought you didn't have a crush on me," he croaked.
Janna briefly pulled away slightly, in order to reach down between them, unzipping his pants and pushing the edge of her panties to the side. Her face was completely red.
"I don't," she said quietly.
"Then why...?"
"It's not a crush," said Janna as she slipped him inside of her.
Janna pulled him back into a hug, locking her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his back as she rocked against his body, and Marco could do nothing but wrap his own arms around her, hugging her close as she breathed into and kissed his neck.
So Marco learned something else about Janna. She liked to cling and embrace, hug as tightly as she could as she rocked back and forth. No matter how Marco moved or twisted, she would not let go, clinging on to him as if her life depended on it.
Somewhere in the middle of it they began to twist and tumble, rolling over each other and the bed, but the whole time Janna remained clinging and hugging him, kissing and whispering into his neck and ear.
The heat and intensity grew between them, building to a final crescendo, when Janna pulled away just enough to move her head to face his own, briefly touching her nose against his, before pulling him into a passionate kiss as her body convulsed and shuddered and Marco felt himself release something inside of her.
Janna continued to shudder, and hugged him tightly, as if he were her only firm foundation, her only chance of calming back down.
Marco quietly hugged her back, his hand gently rubbing and petting her back, as if trying to soothe her twitching form.
"Marco?"
Marco looked up to see Star standing at the door.
"What are you and Janna doing on my bed?"