It's Complicated

Yes, you're a big girl all right... He thought ...maybe these things I'm thinking aren't so bad...

"Yeah, you must be excited! I remember when I moved away from home, it was the best."

Ryan finished mixing the dressing and veggies in with the lettuce, leaving the tongs inside. He made his way over to Rebecca at the stove, standing close behind her. He reached around her to grab the spoon. "And how's the meat looking, almost done?" He could almost feel the heat of her body against his, and again he felt a twitch in his pants.
 
"And how's the meat looking, almost done?"

"Hm? Yeah just needs the spaghetti sauce and it's finished." Becca said as she turned to get it, not realizing how close Ryan was. She turned to grab it, because it was on the counter behind her.

Becca bumped into him and swallowed jumped backed, bumping into the stove. "Sorry!" She said, Becca could've sworn she felt a bulge forming but she shook it off because, Ryan had baby sat her. He was 8 years older than her. Sure, she was 18 years old, now but still....he was like an older brother to her now.

"Um, could you hand me the spaghetti sauce, please?" Becca whispered.
 
He reached over to grab the sauce, a bit of a devlish look in his eye. "Sure Becca, here you go."

Ryan stayed close to her, her back to the counter. He slid his arm around her, placing the jar on the counter behind her. "You know Becca, you've grown up a lot. I don't think I noticed that until now." He smiled, reaching his other hand down to her side, pulling her closer against him so she could definitely feel the bulge growing in his pants pressed against her.
 
Becca got ready to grab hold of the Spaghetti sauce and unscrew the top until she felt Ryan's hand on her side and then pulling her close to him. She gasped and swallowed hard. "I...Ryan, this isn't a good..idea, you are still, my gym coach for the next few months and you could get fired..." she whispered as she reached for the spaghetti sauce.

She hadn't pulled away though, wishing to god she wasn't her gym coach. He was sooo cute. If he wasn't, she would've dragged him to her room and...

"Becca, we're going to..."

"EEK!" Becca squealed as she backed against the stove again, dropped the spaghetti sauce on the ground. It cracked, spilling all over the kitchen floor.

"Becca, must you be so clumsy." Becca's dad said
 
Ryan froze for a second when he heard her father's voice from out in the hall. Oh shit! Quickly he adjusted himself to hide his hard on, jumping away as the glass jar crashed on the floor.

"Becca, must you be so clumsy."

Ryan smiled at her, shaking his head. "Yeah Bec, you made quite the mess!" He grabbed a towel, ducking down behind the counter island, starting to mop up the sauce & glass. "That's only the most important part of dinner, you know. It's hard to make my special pasta without the sauce!"

He looked up at Becca's tight young body as he wiped up the sauce. He felt her respond slightly to him earlier, and he had all intentions to try it again. Once her damn father was gone, anyway! Or...

Ryan stood back up, throwing out the paper towel. "So Bec, since you went and made that mess, I think we should go pick up some more tomato sauce! We can't have your parents starving on us, can we?"
 
Becca's mom came from the hallway, smiling at Ryan like he was heaven sent and then glared at her daughter, "Really, Rebecca! I can't believe you're going to college! You still act like you're 8 years old." Becca sighed, and crossed her arms against her chest, rolling her eyes, mumbling a whatever as her mother thanked Ryan, again like he was an angel.

"Lets get this over with." Becca mutttered as she grabbed her purse while she thought, this wouldn't have happened if Ryan hadn't of been pressed against her and just let her pour the sauce in the spaghetti. Shaking, her head; she walked outside and waited for Ryan. This was all his fucking fault. It had absolutely nothing to do with her!
 
Ryan closed the door behind him, hitting the button on his keychain to unlock his car. He gave Becca another smile. "Hey now, no need to be so grumpy... it's just some spilled tomato sauce." He opened his drivers side door, climbing into the seat and starting the car. "Where's the closest grocery store around here anyway?"

He glanced over at her sitting beside him, thinking about pulling off onto some side street and having his way with her. No, don't be stupid, he thought, her parents will be expecting her home safe and sound

Still, it was a nice thought, one he kept in his head as they pulled out of the driveway.
 
Becca got into the car , put on her seatbelt and the sighed. Ryan was right. It was just spilled tomato sauce. It was nothing to get upset about. "Ummm, theres two blocks from here. On 45th st, you make two rights and then a left." She had almost forgot that had to give Ryan directions because he didn't live here anymore and didn't know where anything was.

Twirling her blonde hair, Becca looked out the window.
 
Ryan followed her directions, looking around a bit as the car moved down the street. "It's hard to believe how much things have changed around here. So many new houses, new buildings, new stores. It's not the little town I knew when I was here."

He smiled at her, but she didn't notice since she was looking out the window. "And you're not the little girl I knew when I lived here, either. I don't know how I didn't notice it earlier, but you've become quite the beautiful woman"
 
Though Rebecca didn't see the smile, she heard the compliment and a light pink blush covered her cheeks. "Thanks, Ryan." Instead of twirling her blonde hair nervously, now she twiddled her thumbs like she used to do when she was a kid. She just wished they'd get to the store and back to the house, with her parents. It was alot less likely that Ryan would flirt with her if her parents were around.
 
Ryan pulled into the grocery store parking lot, finding a spot close to the entrance. Stopping the car, he looked over at her. "You coming in?"

She nodded and hopped out of the car as he opened his door, locking the car behind them. A cool breeze blew as they walked through the grocery store parking lot, towards the entrance. "So Becca, got any plans for the weekend? Lots of hot dates lined up, no doubt" He moved his hand down to her lower back, tickling it slightly as the automatic doors opened.
 
Becca followed Ryan into the store as he asked her what she had planned for the weekend. She shrugged, "Studying for Biology.I can't fail. It's my hardest class. I have to get a near perfect Gpa if I want I want to get into a state college." She shuddered as his hand tickled down her back, good god he was like was like a piece of chocolate tempting a dieter to get off their diet!

She stuck her tongue out at him. "You are bad, very very bad. You are lucky that I'm such a good girl." She grinned at him, "or you'd probably lose your job." She smirked, however because Becca loved showing guys what they couldn't have she walked towards the spaghetti sauce aisle, swaying her hips seductively.
 
Ryan gulped as she walked away, swaying her perfect ass. Damn, she's just kidding....right?

He followed her, finding her in the pasta aisle. Two can play at that game... Standing close behind her, he said softly in her ear. "You're a good girl Becca?" Ryan looked around, making sure the aisle was empty. He slid his hand down her front, feeling her tight stomach under her shirt. "Well good girls don't get perfect marks in my gym class" He smiled, moving his hand off her stomach to grab a can of tomato sauce. He turned away from her, heading back down the aisle. "Got the sauce!"
 
Becca stood there stunned for a moment and had to shake herself out of it. Was he saying she had to be a bad girl to get a good grade? She didn't--oh god, she was so confused now. This was getting more and more complicated, part of her wished she was ugly so he wouldn't want to hit on her and so she COULD get a good grade.

"Fuck.." Becca muttered before she stood in line, with Ryan.

Like a child, Becca stuck her tongue out a Ryan, "Just so you know, you totally suck!" She crossed her arms against her chest, before someone swatted her ass. "Ryan, stop. So not funny right now!"
 
Ryan raised his eyebrows at the muscular boy who stood behind Becca. "Uh that wasn't me Bec. You got a problem there Nate?"

Ryan coached Nate on his football team, he was the star running back. Nate gave Ryan a sleazy smile "No problem coach, just saying hi to my girl Becca here. I know she's been missing me"

As Nate wrapped his arms around her from behind, Ryan could see her tense up.
 
When she heard Nate's deep voice, Becca cringed. She couldn't stand Nate...not anymore. She hadn't dated Nate since her freshman year. They had broken up because he'd cheated on her with that slut stacy. "Back off, Nate...." Becca growled, trying to get loose, "We broke up like three years ago, get over it..."

She hated the fact that Nate was bigger than her, stronger than her, could pick her up and drag her out of the store and where ever he wanted to if he wanted. " I have not been missing you at all." Becca snapped, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
 
"Can you believe this Coach?" Nate snorted. "Bitch doesn't even know what she needs."

That was all Ryan could take. He grabbed the student by his shirt, pulling him up a bit. "Listen Nate. Becca is a lady, and you're going to treat her that way. Got it?"

Nate's eyes widened. "Hey Coach I was just playing and-" Ryan tightened his grip. "Did you not understand me? Do you want to be busted back down off the starting line?"

The student gulped. "I got it Coach. I'm... I'm sorry Rebecca"

Ryan let go of the boy and he scurried off. Ryan shook his head. "Sorry about that Becca. Some guys are total dirtbags, I never liked that kid. I'm going to have him running laps until his feet bleed."

Ryan put his hand on her lower back again, stroking her as he paid for the tomato sauce.
 
Rebecca was ready to knee Nate in the crotch or ready to call him out on the fact that he probably had herpes after all the sluts that he fucked after Stacy, until Ryan cut in front of her and call him out. Yes, thats right. Her own gym coach called him out.

She watched in bewilderment. Rebecca swallowed hard. If she wasn't careful she could've easily fallen in love with the guy. Becca watched with a smug smile as Nate scurred off with a fearful look on his face then turned to Ryan.

"Thanks for that, that was...that was sweet." She blushed and looked down, pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes and tried to hide her pink cheeks.
 
"Eh it was nothing. I'm sure you could have kicked his ass yourself!" Ryan grinned at her, holding the tomato sauce jar as they left the store. "You're tough like that."

He noticed her blushing a bit as they headed back to the car. "Now, if I get you to hold onto the tomato sauce while I drive, do you think you can manage to not smash it?" Ryan teased, holding the jar towards her as he hit the unlock button on his keychain.
 
"Ha, ha." Becca said as she got in the car, she buckled her seatbelt. She grabbed the jar and waited for Ryan to get in the car. Once he got in the car, it was quiet most of the way home. Becca turned on the radio but nothing good was on the radio.

Once they got back to the house, Becca found a note on the table.

Becca,

Won a weekend stay at a hotel. Tried to tell you, before you left. Don't get into too much trouble.

Love,
Mom and Dad

Take care of Ryan


Becca swallowed hard.

Becca turned around and smiled nervously at Ryan.

"So um, my mom and dad won a free stay at a hotel for the weekend."

Crap, that was so not good...
 
Ryan couldn't help but give her a smile. "Oh? The whole weekend?" He set the jar of sauce on the counter, slowly moving over towards her. "I guess that means it's just you and me then..."

Ryan reached down, giving the note a quick read. He smiled again as he got to the last line. "Take care of Ryan. I like that! Your parents have the right idea."

He slid his hand along her hip, pulling her towards him slowly. "Now Becca, you're going to take care of me, right? I'd hate to have a bad time. If I get in a bad mood, I tend to give bad grades... I'd hate to ruin your chances for a good college"

Ryan pressed her against him so she could feel his hardening bulge again, his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass.
 
Becca swallowed, she had a very very bad feeling about this. She knew that wasn't what they meant and he knew that wasn't what they meant, but how in the fuck was she going to to tell him that and getting him to understand and not getting a bad grade. SHIT! This was soooooo not good.

"Ryan, you know thats not what they meant."

She somehow managed to get out of his grasp. "They just meant you're a guest here and that you should feel...comfortable thats all.." Becca gave a little shrug.

Wait, crap...that didn't sound right at all. That sounded like something that came out of a porn movie and she knew he'd use that to his advantage! "And they don't mean comfortable in a....sexual kinda...oh crap!"
 
Ryan smiled again, stepping close to her again, running his hands along her sides. "Well then, we'll just have to think of non sexual ways of you to make me more... comfortable." His fingers slid up higher, to the sides of her breasts. He could have her right now, but no, he wanted to draw it out.

He stepped away from her, reaching out and picking up the jar of sauce. "You're going to finish off the pasta for me." He grinned, tossing the jar to her. She caught it clumsily, looking puzzled as she headed to the kitchen, Ryan following closely behind.

As she began to open the jar, he stopped her. "Sorry, I should have been more clear. You're going to finish cooking me dinner, but I want you to do it in your underwear." He smirked, leaning against the counter, watching her intently.
 
Becca let out a soft sigh of relief as Ryan said they'd find a way to make him comfortable in a less sexual kind of way. Good, that was very good. She didn't realize that maybe, she shouldn't have been sighing in relief as he threw her the jar of spaghetti sauce.

She caught it, somewhat clumsily and headed to the kitchen, pausing when he stopped her to tell Becca he wanted her to cook in her underwear which was almost as bad as...naked. She swallowed, but glared at him. She couldn't believe she had called him sweet.

"I can't believe you! I can't believe i called you sweet only 15 minutes ago." Becca snapped, then she paused "What if I said no? Technically, my getting undressed would not make you less comfortable."
 
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Well technically if you don't do what I say, your nice 'A' in my class will start dropping. I'd hate to have to give you a B... " He started walking towards her slowly. "A C..." He took another couple of steps. "A D... or... dare I say it..." He smiled a bit, reaching down to hold her chin, making her look at him. "An F!"

He hopped up and sat on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. "Now, lets see what you got on under those tight little clothes of yours, or you can say goodbye to your fancy college and the rest of your future!" Ryan smiled sweetly, leaning back a bit.
 
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