"As much as that thought turns me on..." Anna says breathless with anticipation. "How about we skip the porn career and just go straight to the fun part." Zack's entire demeanour shifts the moment he recognizes the familiar landmarks signalling his house is just blocks away. The aggressive driver melts away, replaced by frantic impatience as he navigates the final turns. "Skip the porn career?" he echoes with a short laugh that sounds more like a gasp. "Anna, if you keep talking like that, I am going to crash this car and carry you upstairs over my shoulder." His hands shake slightly on the steering wheel as he guides them into his driveway. The car barely rolls to a stop before he kills the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt with violent urgency. "Get out," he orders hoarsely, already climbing out of his side to meet her at the front bumper. "Forger the bags, forget my dad's stupid rules about keeping things neat– I need you inside now."
Anna smirks as Zack grabs her hands and she lets him drag her into his house. The door is already unlocked as Zack pushes it open and drags her through before kicking the door shut behind him. He does not bother trying to get upstairs to his bedroom, instead he pushes her down onto the couch. The couch cushions barely have time to settle before Zack is on top of Anna, his body pressing her down into the worn fabric. His hands are everywhere at once– one tangled in her brown hair while the other grips her hip possessively. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this," he breathes against her neck, his lips already finding the sensitive skin there. "Every time I saw you walking down the hall at school, all I could think about was getting you along like this." His mouth moves to her jawline then back up toward her ear where he whispers roughly. "No more teasing me with those little touches under the table. Tonight, you are mine completely." Zack's hips press down against hers deliberately, letting her feel exactly how much he has been affected by their entire afternoon together.
Zack's hands explore Anna's body desperately, but before they could continue a deep voice from behind them said, "Zack." Zack's entire body goes rigid in an instant, his hands freezing mid-exploration on Anna's body. The playful energy vanishes from his face completely, replaced by the familiar mask of teenage annoyance mixed with dread. "Damn it," he hissed under his breath, rolling off Anna with frustrated speed. He stands up and turns towards his father, who stands at the bottom of the staircase with a stern facial expression on his face. Zack stands between his father and Anna, positioning himself protectively to block his father's view of her. "What do you want?" Zack demands sharply, his voice carries that defensive tone reserved exclusively for parental confrontations.
From the stairwell, Mr. Riley's stern expression remains unchanged despite catching his son practically on top of a girl on the living room couch. "It is the middle of the school day." Mr. Riley said sternly. "You should be in class not... not making out with your girlfriend in the living room." Zack's face flushes bright red at his father's words, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The protective stance he held moments ago crumbles under their weight of parental authority. "Dad, we weren't– we were just–" he stammers uselessly, unable to come up with a convincing lie on the spot. His competitive nature evaporates entirely in the face of adult disapproval. Mr. Riley descends the remaining steps slowly, his footsteps echoing ominously in the quiet house. "Save it. I know what seventeen-year-olds do when they think nobody is home." His stern gaze shifts briefly to Anna on the couch, taking in her flushed cheeks and rumpled clothing with obvious disapproval. "Anna, I expect better behaviour from you. Go home before I call your parents." The finality in his tone leaves no room for argument.
Anna stood up from the couch and straighten her clothes carefully. "Sorry, Mr. Riley," she said softly looking down at her white skirt. "We got carried away. I just need my school bag from the car." She took Zack's hand and tugged him lightly towards the front door. Mr. Riley's stern expression softens slightly at Anna's polite apology, though his arms remain crossed defensively across his chest. "Carried away is an understatement, young lady. You are lucky I did not show up five minutes later." As Anna tugs Zack toward the front door, his father's voice follows them. "And you– no more bringing girls home during the day." The front door creaked shut behind them as they stepped out onto the porch. Once outside heading for Zack's car parked in the driveway, his tension visible dissolves. "Great," he sighs dramatically, running both hands through his blond hair. "Welcome to parent-child dynamics 101. My dad thinks I am some horny teenager who can't control himself."
Zack stopped beside his car and opened the door to the back seat to retrieve Anna's purple backpack and the still wrapped phone box. "You are a horny teenager," Anna said with a light laugh as he handed over her purple backpack and the phone box. "We both are. And we were totally going to have sex on the couch if you father did not show up..." Zack's frustration melts away instantly, replaced by a sheepish grin at her blunt assessment. He leans against the car frame, watching her swing her purple backpack over her shoulder while she held the phone box against her chest with her other hand. "Fine, guilty as charged," he admits with a laugh that lacks any real shame. "But in my defence, you were looking incredibly tempting sprawled out on my couch like that." His competitive nature kick back in as he crosses his arms proudly. "And for the record, my dad's interruption was just poor timing. Nothing would have stopped us if he had not shown up." He gestures vaguely towards his house where his father was likely still standing guard at the window. "Next time we are at you place instead. Your parents seem more understanding about teenagers exploring their hormones."