Pebe Fan-Fiction
Lord help me
During the game Pete and the other goths were out underneath the stadium, smoking.
Pete looked around as he took a drag, not paying attention to Henrietta's conversation with Firkle.
"Something on your mind?" Michael asked quietly, the cigarette between his thin lips.
"Just looking for someone..." he responded as he dropped the stub to the ground and putting a foot over it.
"That conformist blonde girl, right?"
Pete coughed and blushed in surprise, "Uh, maybe.." he said as he caught his breath.
Michael smiled as he looked down at the 11th grader, "It seems like you two have been seeing each other for a while."
"Yeah.." he said, "Oh wait, I gotta go."
He walked over to the cheerleading squad that had walked out of the field, finished with half time.
They were all talking and giggling.
'Ugh,' he thought to himself, 'Fucking happy go lucky little-'
"Hey!" Bebe called as she walked over and hugged Pete.
The goth wasn't expecting this so soon as he was lost in his own thoughts, but he smiled when she came to him.
He hugged her back and kissed her forehead, "Hi. How was it?"
"It was pretty good," she replied as she laid her head on his chest in the hug, "I think we killed it out there. I hope I didn't keep you waiting." she frowned a little at him, her eyes softening at him.
'Shit she's so cute,' he thought to himself as the blonde gave him puppy eyes, "Trust me babe, you didn't." he said as he received a kiss from her on the cheek.
"Good." she grinned, "Ah, sorry I gotta talk to the crew about the next meeting, be right back!" she pulled away and waved as she walked back over.
Pete was patient and stood where he was, looking over at her as they talked.
To him, she was absolutely beautiful no matter what. She could be doing homework, planning meetings, or presenting a project for a class and she would look jaw-dropping gorgeous.
Suddenly Bebe 'accidentally' dropped her pom poms and bent down to get them.
He didn't think twice about it until he noticed that A. The skirt was actually very short, B. Bebe was wearing a thong.
She got up and winked at the goth, causing his cheeks to heat up quickly.
He hated when she teased him like this, knowing that she could play him like a fiddle with any kind of move.
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Pete ran his cold hands up the blonde's skirt, trailing her neck with kisses.
Bebe shivered and wrapped a leg around the goth as he pinned her up against the wall.
"Who knew that something as simple as me wearing a skirt could make you so handsy?~" she purred as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt to feel the skin.
Pete wasn't into PDA like Bebe was, blushing at the simplest of things when around their friends.
But when they were alone, he couldn't help but keep his hands off of her.
"You bent down in front of me in a miniskirt on purpose. With a THONG might I add." he muttered as he squeezed her ass gently and whispered in her ear.
"If it gets me into little meetings like this, then I ought to do it more often." she smirked, gasping a little when he bit her collar lightly.
Pete smiled and connected their lips together, holding Bebe against the wall.
He tasted like coffee and cigarettes, while she tasted like mint and strawberries.
The blonde found him extremely attractive when he got so forward and touchy with her.
And this was only a make out.
Sure the two have had intense meets like this before, but never actually fucked.
He pulled away from the kiss and noticed the look she had on her face.
"What's on your mind?" he asked, not far from her face. As cool as he was being, his face said otherwise and was tinted red with lust.
"I know we've talked about it before.." she started as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "But what if we...take this a bit further?" she suggested, rubbing her leg up against his.
Almost instantly, the goth blushed more at the thought of it.
Clearly he's pondered the thought before....
Okay maybe more than once, but he was unsure about doing it.
He feared that maybe he wouldn't know what to do, even Bebe was experienced at this.
"I..." he bit his lip a little, nervous, "I don't know babe...I don't want to disappoint you.." he sighed.
"You could never disappoint me," she responded as she kissed his chin, "You're someone I care about deeply, and the last thing I want to do is to make you uncomfortable. If you don't want to do it, then we don't have to." Bebe smiled sweetly at him.
"No it's not like that.." he said, "I just think that I may be a little...inexperienced about it. I only know so much from porn and stuff."
"Well," she looked up to meet his beautiful brown eyes, "I could teach you. I don't mind."
Pete considered the option for a second, bringing a finger to his lips as he thought, "Uh...well, what about protection..?" he asked.
"I'm on the pill, and I have some condoms in my bag."
"Wh- Wait where'd you get condoms from?"
"Kenny loaned some to me when I started dating you.." Bebe said sheepishly, "He said that you look like a freak in the bed."
His face heated up in embarrassment, shaking his head, "Great." he said, shaking his head.
"Well, Ms. Stevens," Pete changed the tone and kept his hands on her hips, "Tell me what to do."
The blonde felt herself blush a little, as a sultry smile grew on her face, "First, we should continue this onto the bed. That way, when it gets hotter, it's more comfortable."
Pete nodded, as if he was taking mental notes, "Right...I've seen this before...you'll let me know if I'm too rough though right?" he asked her cautiously.
She giggled in response, "No, I'd probably tell you to keep going."
Damn she was good.
As the goth looked stunned for a few seconds at her response, Bebe took the moment to reconnect their lips and get back to business.
When the couple was making their way to the bed, she slipped her cheerleading skirt off of her curves.
Pete gently pressed her onto the bed, still kissing her and moving his hands up her shirt.
This earned a small moan from the blonde, feeling the cold sensation of his hands moving to her bra.
She wanted there to be some kind of balance between sensations, so her hand reached out to the goth's groin.
She started to caress it through his jeans, rubbing and massaging him.
Pete stopped kissing her when he felt her hands on him. He was never touched like this before, and it gave him an overwhelming wave of sensation.
He panted a little, his jeans tightened as she kept going. His pale face was already red from the feeling.
"Can you sit on the edge of the bed for me baby?" Bebe asked innocently as she still rubbed him through the pants.
He nodded a little and went to sit down on the bed, whimpering a little when he felt her hand pull away in the process.
Bebe got on her knees in front of him, her slender hands moving to his zipper and pulling it down.
Once she got the pants down to his knees, she pushed him down onto the bed.
Pete was a little nervous, knowing what may come next, but still felt bashful at the thought of it.
Bebe saw the look on his face, "Hey...it's okay...I know it's your first time...but trust me love, I won't hurt you. I want to make your first a memorable and pleasurable one. It's perfectly fine to tell me when to stop if it's too much."
The goth nodded a little, feeling his member twitch a little when she said 'pleasurable'.
Bebe gave him the sweet smile again as her hands moved to work the tight boxers off of him.
His member sprang up, causing Pete to suck his breath in a little when he felt the cold air around it.
He was moderately sized, not too big, and definitely not small. Perfect for her.
She held him in her hand, leaning in to place a kiss on his tip.
A groan escaped the flustered goth's mouth, still on his back as he covered his face in his hands.
Bebe's wet warm tongue replaced her lips shortly after, licking up, down, and around the member.
Pete was panting, gripping onto the sheets now. This was so new and foreign. He didn't want it to stop.
He started to come a little, feeling a bit shameful that something like this was all it took for him.
Soon she relaxed her throat and started to take the eager goth in, inch by inch.
"A-Ah..~" he moaned, his hand reaching over and putting it on her head.
Bebe swirled his tongue around the member, pulling it out of her mouth halfway then back in.
She did this for a little while longer, Pete meanwhile was trying to catch his breath and avoided the urge to buck his hips up closer.
He felt a hot pressure near his stomach, suddenly realizing what it was and was too late to notify his lover when he came unexpectedly.
"Shit- I'm sorry..!"
When Bebe pulled away, swallowing and wiping her mouth, she looked up at him, "It's fine honey, don't worry alright?" she climbed on top of him, making sure his member was still in front of her.
"What now?"
"You've seen videos, I think you know what to do next." she replied winking at him.
Pete blushed, knowing what she meant, "Er...i-is there a specific way you want to d-do it..?"
"Hm.." she thought about it for a second, "Doggy style please. I want you to ride me you sexy beast." she said as she took her top off.
This goth couldn't take Bebe like this, she was extremely cute and fuckable- he couldn't control his urges anymore.
Pete flipped her onto her back, attacking her neck with kisses.
Bebe smiled, closing her eyes as he did.
Soon he started to bite her gently.
Bebe moaned loudly when he got to her sweet spot, "H..Hah..~! Oh please, do it again.." she begged.
Pete smirked and complied, biting her again at the same spot.
He unsnapped her bra and threw it over the side of the bed.
wOW she had huge tits.
The goth lightly grazed her nipples with his fingers as he nipped her neck.
Bebe blushed, "Ngh~ Just fuck me already...I want you.."
The goth blushed, nodding a little at her request.
Bebe grabbed the purse that was next to her, and pulled out the condom, handing it to Pete, "Did you want to put it on or do you want me to help you?"
"I-I can do it myself, thanks.."
Pete took the condom and tore it open with one hand and his teeth, sliding the cover onto his erection.
She turned around and slid her underwear off, going on her hands and knees in front of him.
He took a deep breath and looked at her, "Are you ready..?" he asked, patting and rubbing her legs gently.
Bebe smiled, "Yes Pete, I'm ready."
Pete nodded and started to push slowly into Bebe.
The blonde moaned softly, gripping the sheets.
The goth soon pushed the rest of himself into the cheerleader, taking a shaky breath.
"H..Holy fuck..you're so tight.." he gasped, trying to keep himself steady.
Bebe buried her face into the pillow, melting and moaning at the filling intrusion.
He waited a second to calm his nerves a bit, then started pulling out a little then pushing back in.
The blonde was satisfied nonetheless, pushing herself back towards him as he thrusted.
"Oh god yes," she groaned, "F-Fuck me harder.."
"Barbra?" someone called out from outside.
Pete froze at the voice and tensed up, pulling out and looking at Bebe.
'What do we do??' he mouthed to her.
She slipped a shirt on and pointed to the closet, 'Hide!'
He nodded and hid as Bebe went under her covers to hide her bare lower half.
"C-Come in mom..!"
To be continued....
