He walked by his roommate's bedroom door which was shut tight. Dwayne was a poli sci major and didn't have classes until after lunch, so he was still sound asleep. Bastard. Max slumped down in the recliner and sighed, the sound of the coffee brewing the only thing he heard...

...Until he heard a tiny knock on the door followed by the distinctive sound of paper being pushed under it. He tried to walk fast enough to catch the person, but he was still shaking off his early-morning fog and could hardly put one foot in front of the other. He leaned down to pick up the folded piece of pink paper and he raised his eyebrow questionably. //What the hell is this? It better not be another invitation to join the damn science fraternity.// He opened up the piece of paper and chuckled.

March 15, 2002

Dear Mr. Evans:

Due to your delinquent behavior in your classes yesterday, the Dean of Students has been forced to give you detention. Report to Glenwood Hills Apartment 1726 after your classes today for your detention assignments. Failure to comply with this notice will result in swift and severe punishment by the proper authorities.

Sincerely, The Department of Student Affairs NMSU

1726? That was his girlfriend's apartment number, exactly two floors above his own. Dwayne always teased him about all the "boot knockin'" he could hear going on through two floors. //Detention assignment? Does this mean I'm getting punished? Oh, yes, baby, I've been a very naughty boy this year.// What was his little vixen up to? He couldn't wait till the afternoon to find out.

* * *

After his last class, Max practically ran the half-mile back to his on-campus apartment building and raced towards the elevator to go to the seventh floor. When he filed inside the empty elevator and pressed the button, he sniffed himself self-consciously. //Maybe I should take a shower before I go? Nah, I'm just going to get sweaty again anyway.// His heart sped up quickly as he walked down the hall to his girlfriend's one-bedroom apartment. He spent a lot of his time there, even though he had his own place. He just loved *being* with her, even if they weren't doing anything physical. She was such an anchor in his life, giving him direction and course and steering him towards his true destiny... //God, enough with the cheesy boat metaphors. She's my other half. Is that plain enough for you?//

Max knocked on the door and tried the knob, noticing it was unlocked. He poked his head inside and heard the sound of silence. "Liz? Are you here?" He walked inside the apartment slowly, making sure to shut and lock the door behind him. He placed his bookbag on her kitchen table and walked quickly towards her bedroom. "Baby?" He turned the knob slowly and as her creamy legs came into view, his mouth went dry.

There she was, lying on her side with one leg bent and the other one stretched straight out in front of her, a ruler in her hand and a wicked smile on her lips. "Hello, Max."

"Um-- I--" Just one look at her and he was immediately hard. She was in your classic school girl's outfit-- a white button-up blouse with only the two middle buttons clasped, a short plaid skirt, white stockings that went up to her knees, and a white garder belt. Her hair was in braids and green ribbons adorned the bottoms of them.

But from this angle, he could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear. //Damn. Hadn't expected that.//

"You're late." She said, twirling one of her braids and smacking the ruler on her ass gently, making cooing noises as she did.

"I--Um, you--oh--"

"Quit stuttering. Come over here and get your... detention assignment." She said firmly, moving to kneel on the bed. Max did as he was told and walked over to the "teacher" perched on the cushions. He let out a growl and pulled her body flush with his own, plundering her mouth with wet kisses.

She pulled away quickly and moaned. "Your first detention assignment--" she breathed. He watched her retreat across the bed and he grabbed the bottom of her skirt, pulling her back towards him. Her perfect ass was in view and he about lost his mind.

"Liz, come here baby, it's my birthday. Let me play..." he whined like a child. She almost laughed at the pitiful look on his face. Almost. She darted her tongue out to lick the outer shell of his ear and his fingers clutched her skirt more tightly.

"Play later. Punishment first." she whispered hotly in his ear. She reached around to tap his ass lightly with the ruler. He jumped slightly and yelped. He growled and tugged at her skirt but it wasn't budging. //Damn buttons.// She placed her hands firmly on her shoulders and turned him around, jumping off the bed and pushing him to a sitting position at the end of it. His eyes shut closed as she stood in front of him, her perfect breasts in view. He reached out to cup them in his hands and she swatted them away with the ruler. "No," she gulped. "Your assignment..." she began but he silenced her by pulling her to his body and ripping open the buttons of her blouse, glorying in the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. He splayed his hands across her lower back and pushed a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently with his teeth. She felt her head drifting backwards and she knew she had to take control of the situation again. She pushed his mouth away and heard him whimper. //Oh, sweetie, this is hurting me much more than you. You have the best fucking mouth in the galaxy.//

"You've been a very bad boy, Max," she began firmly. "You deserve to be punished."

"Punish me, baby, please..." he groaned. His erection was straining in his jeans so badly that it was becoming painful. She silenced him with a finger to his lips. He took in the tip graciously and began to suckle.

"Ahem!" she cried, tapping him lightly on the thigh. He yelped again, it was more pleasure than pain. "Your first assignment is..." she reached around to unbutton her skirt, letting it fall to a pool around her ankles. She quickly stepped out of it and kicked it away with her high heeled boots.

Max was done in by her scent alone-- so spicy and sweet at the same time. He thanked whatever god was above him that convinced Liz she *had* to get a futon. That baby is about a foot off the floor-- the way he was sitting gave him a clear view of her paradise. She was so close to him, he could just reach out and touch--

She swatted his hand away gently. "No, Max... your assignment is to make me come, only using your mouth-- and this, of course." she placed the ruler in his palm and his mouth went dry. His girlfriend had certainly gotten brave with him in the bedroom. When they first started making love back in high school, she was quiet as a mouse and hated for him to see her naked. //Oh, it's taken a lot to mold her into this sexual creature before me. Damn, all that work was worth it.// Now, everything about her dripped sex. From the way she talked to him to the clothes she wore for him to the way she sat on the couch when he was in the room. She never let him forget just how much she wanted him, how much she needed his touch. Just that thought alone was enough to make him almost lose it.

He groaned finally and pulled her towards him, quickly burying his face in her heat and beginning to taste her. //Oh, God. Is it possible to get drunk off Liz? I feel all dizzy and warm and tingly and... good.// Her hands laced through his hair as she encouraged him further with her high, breathy moans. She began thrusting wildly against his face, cursing herself for the "no-hands" rule right about then. //Max is talented. He can finish the job.//

Max whimpered as she continued to writhe over his face. //I'll never get enough of this. She's so damn sweet and soft and...// His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Liz tensing up and screaming.

"Yes!" She called out, leaning her head down to try to reach his hair with her mouth, failing. She settled on tugging his hair gently with her fists. Max wrapped his lips around her clit and she saw lights dancing around her eyelids. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't afraid to ask for it. "Spank me!"

//Did my girlfriend actually *say* "spank me"? Oh, I've been a very good boy this year. A very good boy indeed.// He was broken from his thoughts by the sounds of his girlfriend moaning and begging. //Poor baby. I'd never leave you like this. Never.// As he brushed his nose over her clit and thrust his tongue deep inside her, he reached around her waist and tapped her ass with ruler ever-so-gently. It wasn't enough for her.

"Oh, God, yes, Max! Harder! Oh, please!" She screamed, pulling at clumps of his hair and losing control of her head, letting it bob wildly on her neck. He thrust his tongue deeply once more as he simultaneously smacked her ass with the ruler several more times. That was enough. She fell apart in his arms, words exploding from her lips that he'd never heard from her before. Her legs turned to jelly as her orgasm washed over her. He picked her up and pulled her on top of him on the bed. He sighed as he buried his face in her neck and trailed his fingers under her sweat-slicked blouse.

"So, do I pass my assignment?" he whispered in her ear, peeling the blouse off her and throwing it on the floor. She sighed, licking the sweat from his neck and sitting up to unbutton his shirt and yank off his pants.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What do you think?" She leaned back down to kiss him. She darted her tongue in his mouth and sucked on his lips gently. "You get an A plus. But, don't get used to it-- your next assignment will be much..." she raked her nails down the front of his now-exposed boxer shorts. "Mmm...harder."

Max sucked in a breath and reached up to massage her breasts. "I'm up for anything," he growled, lifting his hips off the bed and pressing himself more closely against her. She sighed and reached up to undo her braids. He watched her in awe as she ran her hands through her mountain of thick brown hair. He reached up and absently began playing with a strand. She actually let him touch her this time. She stretched her arms above her head and sighed, revelling in the way he was starting at her with his chocolate eyes.

//Chocolate. That reminds me.// She jumped off him and he groaned.

"Come back, baby..." he whined, grasping at her hand to try to pull her back on top of him.

"I'm coming back," she winked at him. "I just need... supplies... for your next assignment." She giggled and ran back into the kitchen.

//That's my Liz. 50% Temptress, 50% Playful little girl.// While she was gone, he took the time to peel back her covers and climb into the cool satin sheets. //Shit, yes. I've missed this bed. Two long nights without it.// Max had gotten so used to sleeping in Liz's room that on the rare nights he *did* sleep alone, he tossed and turned all night. He quickly removed his boxers and tossed them on the floor, his eyes closing at the feeling of his bare ass on the smooth sheets.

When he opened them, Liz was kneeling on the floor beside him, staring up at him hopefully. "Max..." she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. "Wake up... your next assignment is ready..."

"Mmm..." he said quietly, grasping at her hips and pulling her into bed with him. "The hard one?"

Liz blushed, leaning down to take one nipple into her mouth. "Yeah..." she circled her tongue around it and blowing on it slowly. "Mmm, tastes good. Needs something though..." she sat up and leaned over to grab the container of chocolate frosting from the nightstand. He groaned and opened his eyes to see her dipping her finger into the tub and sucking the sugary concoction into her mouth.

"Does that taste better?" He asked, licking his lips as he watched her work her finger with her tongue. She dipped her finger back into the container and sticking the chocolate-covered digit into his mouth. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the sweet stuff and nodding. She cooed at the sensation. "Tastes good. It would taste better here though," he pointed to his nipple and she smiled greedily.

"I agree," she smeared some cool frosting over his left nipple and he moaned, pressing his head backwards, deeper into the satin pillow. She smiled and lowered her head to lick the chocolate off his smooth, salty skin. "Mmm, you taste so good, Max."

He opened his eyes to see her looking down at him lovingly. "I know someone who tastes better," he licked his lips and pulled her down to nip at the soft skin of her throat.

"This is *your* birthday... you get the presents," she moaned, forcing his mouth away from her neck. "This is about you," she reminded him.

"Oh, and my first assignment wasn't about *you*?" he winked, tickling her on her sides. She giggled and frowned suddenly.

"Oh, I thought you liked doing---" her face fell. //He always seemed to enjoy it before. Maybe the spanking thing freaked him out. Dammit, Liz, you are so stupid!//

He raised a finger to her lips. "I do, I love it. I'll never get tired of it," she leaned down and kissed him.

"Thank you. Thank you for saying that. Most guys usually don't like to---"

"I'm not most guys." Max reminded her quietly, cupping a breast with his left hand and drawing circles on her arm with his right. As his finger moved across her skin, it left a trail of blue light behind it. She gasped.

"How could I forget?" Liz said, eyeing the container on the nightstand beside her. She wiggled her eyebrows. "Now, for something I enjoy doing..."

"Hey!" he cried playfully. "I'm the birthday boy here." He watched her with interest as she dipped two fingers into the frosting and trailed a line down his chest, stopping right below his navel. She looked at him hotly before lowering her mouth to him, licking and sucking his golden skin until every drop of the frosting had melted into her mouth. She dipped her tongue into his navel, causing him to moan and arch his hips off the bed. She looked up and cocked her eyebrow at him as her tiny hands wrapped around his erection. He hissed as he felt her take him in her mouth.

//Damn, it seems like everytime she does this, it just gets better and...oh. God.// He whispered to himself in his mind, his body experiencing an overload of pleasure. He managed to look down once, only to see his goddess bobbing her mouth up and down upon him, relishing him like he was the best meal she'd ever had.

//You are.// She whispered to him. They had been connected for so many years that they'd begun to be able to read each others' thoughts. She knew exactly what he was thinking and she responded in kind by picking up speed and adding pressure by pressing her tongue up against the underside of his thick cock.

"Baby... baby..." he blindly tried to pull her off him. It was getting to be too much. She raised her head and looked at him dreamily.

"I know," she replied quietly, lightly caressing the tender spot behind his balls and sucking greedily on the milky seed that shot forth from him. When he'd finished, she climbed up his body and held him tightly, burying her face in his neck.

"Thank you," he croaked out, his body still coming down from the high.

"Happy birthday, baby," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek and tracing his nose and cheekbones with her fingers. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly. //I love every single solitary thing about you.// She sighed and snuggled more deeply in his arms, licking another speck of frosting she'd missed from his nipple. He moaned and looked down at her. "This day is about fantasies, right?" he asked as he weaved his fingers through her silky brown locks.

"Anything you want, birthday boy..." she kissed his neck.

//There's always been something I've wanted to do...// "Shower." Max replied, picking her up from the bed and carrying her, squealing, into the bathroom.

"*This* is your fantasy? Come on, I know you can do better than that. We shower together all the time." Liz reminded him as he sat her down on the toilet seat and turned on the water. He kneeled down in front of her and rested his forearms on her thighs, brushing a finger up against her curls lovingly. She gasped as he hit an especially sensitive area and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the top of his head.

"You're going to laugh..." he said quietly, continuing his delicate stroking.

"I'm not--" she kissed his hair. "No, I'd never laugh at you."

He sighed, hesitating a moment before stating his request. "You're so soft." he leaned his head down to nuzzle his face in her warmth. "So beautiful," he darted his tongue to lick her. She jumped, gasping for air. "Could I shave you?"

Liz stared down at him and blinked once before nodding. //Shave me? Why does he want to do that? I've always thought that was the most unattractive part of--//

"I think it's the most beautiful part of your body. I've always fantasized about helping to keep it that way," he said, softly caressing the skin below her navel and looking up to kiss her mouth.

She looked down at the desire, the need, the blatant want in his eyes-- how could she say no to that? Wordlessly, he scooped her up and placed her in front of him in the shower. She gestured to the razor and bottle of shaving lotion behind him and he grabbed them before kneeling in front of her. Her heart raced fervently in her chest. //God, the boy could eat pizza, drink beer and fart and he would still turn me on.// Her vision got fuzzy as she felt his strong, warm hands caressing her most sensitive flesh. She faintly registered the lavender scent of her shaving cream, and soon she felt the distinctive contact of razor to skin. She almost laughed when she looked down and saw the serious look on his face. //He better not be making a pattern down there! Thank God for magic Samantha-genie-alien powers.//

When he was finished, he looked up at her and smiled. She looked down as he pushed her under the shower spray and rinsed off the remainder of the white cream.

"How'd I do?" he asked proudly.

"'A' plus again, Mr. Evans. You are becoming my prized pupil," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. She felt that deep burning start in the pit of her stomach, the sixth sense she got right before she and Max were about to make love. He kissed her mouth and neck hungrily as she surrendered all control to him. He coaxed her legs up to wrap around his hips as he pinned her to the shower wall and thrust into her quickly.

//You're mine.// he whispered in his head to her over and over again as he moved in and out of her.

//Always.// she cried back to him as they worked to build each other to insanity.

* * *

Max rolled over in the cool satin sheets and watched fondly as his Liz slept on her side, one arm draped lazily over the edge of the bed and one leg wrapped around his own. He pushed a strand of her hair back from her eyes and kissed her forehead. She barely stirred. He laid back and settled into the pillows once more and mentally took note of the fact that her nineteenth birthday was on April 24th. One month and nine days to think of the perfect surprise to top this one. He could hardly wait.

* * *

"Oh, my, LORD!" Maria Deluca screamed into the phone. "He really... he did..." she sighed. "I wish Michael was that sweet. I swear, you got the good alien."

Liz laughed on the other end of the phone. "It was amazing, Maria. I've never felt as close to him as I did yesterday. It was something that was so --- personal -- and so -- unattractive -- I just can't believe he actually DID it..."

"No fair." Maria pouted her lip on the other end of the line. "So, I want more details! After he did his thing... did you guys... you know, in the *shower*?"

"MARIA!" Liz cried, laughing. "Somethings have to be kept private, you know."

Maria laughed. "See now, I thought *shaving* was a private thing--"

"Max and I share everything."

Maria giggled.

"WHAT?" Liz asked defensively, starting to laugh again herself.

"Nothing...nothing..." Maria said, blushing. "I know ENTIRELY too much about my best friend's sex life anyway. Count me out, girlfriend!" She was quiet for a moment and continued. "You know, he's going to have to work hard to top his birthday surprise. Your birthday will be here before you know it..."

"Oh, I can't wait." Liz said, biting the tip of her finger gently. "You know, I have a few fantasies of my own..."

Maria gasped. "Okay, fantasies I can handle. Spill it, chica!"

Liz laughed and looked at her calendar. One month and eight days until her birthday surprise. She could hardly wait.