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They had almost done it, the other day. In Xavier’s shed. They were naked on his old couch, their clothes having previously been discarded all over the room while they were kissing their way inside the small wood cabin. Between heated kisses, Xavier had suggested this curious thing called 'sixty-nine'. Wednesday, who had no idea what it was, had simply nodded fervently, only wishing to relieve the ache between her legs.

Ten minutes later, she found herself moaning, praising, thanking the sixty-nine. As a matter of fact, sixty-nine would become her new favorite number, anything as long as Xavier kept doing what he was doing with his tongue between her thighs.

“X-Xavier, keep doing th- ah!”

Straight away, her beloved resumed the gentle torture he was inflicting on her folds while still firmly gripping her rear. Wednesday went back to sucking his cock sloppily and her moans were vibrating around his member.

“Oh fuck, baby.” She heard him growl.

It was too much. Between him eating her out so delectably and his reactions as she was blowing him, she no longer dared to think nor speak. Her mind was full of Xavier. Xavier, Xavier, Xavier – just him. Wednesday should have felt overwhelmed by all this human contact, but the truth was that he still wasn't close enough.

She suddenly tensed up feeling her climax coming on. Xavier’s tongue was relentlessly lapping her clit. Her body started trembling. Wednesday didn’t know if he was close but still took his cock as far as she could in her mouth, aware of how much he liked it that way.

Her hips stuttered as she let go of him. The pleasure crashed over her, and she cried out.  

She was still sitting on him – well, on his face – but she couldn't move, her limp body still reeling from so much bliss. Gently, Xavier switched their positions to lay her on her back and get between her legs. He hadn’t come yet. He started jerking himself off with his hand, his green eyes greedily examining each detail of her body, drinking her in. He was standing over her, breathless, his naked skin glistening with sweat, which should have grossed her out but instead she found him more beautiful than ever. Just like every other one of their carnal encounters, she had taken off the band that held back his hair so that it framed his face in that angelic light.

She couldn't stop the words that came out of her mouth:

“Fuck me.” She begged in a whisper.

Xavier was shaking with want. If he listened to himself, he would be already balls-deep in her, pounding her like he’d been wanting to for months. He nestled his head in her neck, stroking himself frantically against her thigh.

“God, Wednesday… No, not like this, I don’t even have condoms.”

His answer failed to satisfy her. She spread her legs even wider, temptingly. “I want you.”

Xavier practically whimpered out of frustration, two battles raging in his head. The girl of his nightmares was squirming under him, naked and beautiful, and begging him to fuck her. But he wanted more than a quick romp on his old couch. Wednesday deserved better than that.

“You don’t know how much I wanna be inside you right now.” He practically growled in her ear.

Proving his point, he guided his cock to her entrance. At first, he was just thrusting against her slowly and hesitantly while muttering profanities about how wet and good she was. Wednesday’s mouth opened when she felt the tip pressing forward. He was big. It stinged, almost burned. And she loved it. Just the tip and she was already panting for more. She was so tempted to just pull him by the arm to make him enter her, to make him fuck her.

But she knew he would not do it. The shed was all moans and groans and sweat, and the young Addams knew that it was not the atmosphere he wanted for their first time. Because no matter how many times she tried to reason with him that virginity was only a sexist social convention, he was the romantic one who wanted to do things the right way.

So they had stopped. Xavier had mustered all the willpower in himself and had pulled out to come on her stomach.

A week passed since that heated encounter and Wednesday found herself… yearning.

That was it, she was yearning. Wednesday Addams was sexually frustrated.

She was so ashamed to realize she had become just as sex-crazed as her parents. Oh and just thinking about that slightly conceited smile on her mother's face when she had finally introduced them to Xavier two weeks ago … Okay, fine, so what if she also fell for a nice outcast boy she met at Nevermore. It didn’t mean anything. She was not her mother.

She felt a sudden urge to punch someone. Too bad the jerk normies from Pilgrim World had backed off lately, she certainly wouldn't have minded punching one or two of them.

It was all Xavier’s fault. Him whose dimples and long fingers had become Wednesday’s new obsessions, him who would bring her a quad on ice every morning, him whose dark art paintings always fascinated her… him who would not fuck her after four months into this relationship. Enough is enough. She had to put an end to this sexual turmoil at once.

So when the bell finally rang to mark the end of the day, she scurried out of her class to look for her beau. At last she spotted him talking to Ajax in the hallway. He flashed her a grin when he noticed her coming and was taken aback when she wordlessly pulled him away by the arm. Nonetheless, he made no resistance.

“Uh, see you later dude I guess?” She heard a confused Ajax say.

She dragged them to the first open empty classroom she found.

“Missed me that much?” Xavier asked with a teasing smile when she closed the door behind them.

“I want us to have intercourse.”

It did at least catch his attention. His eyes grew wide in a way that Thing would have found hilarious, and he almost dropped his textbook.

“I, you… what?” He stuttered nervously and Wednesday almost smiled at his discomfort.

“We're both very attracted to each other, and we've expressed the need to release that physical attraction on several occasions in the past. I think it's about time.” She declared, crossing her arms against her chest.

Her boyfriend slowly recovered his composure and cleared his throat, as if trying to find his voice again. “I… I agree.” He finally replied.

“Good.”

They stayed silent for a full minute and Wednesday did not know what to say next. She had come to him like a woman with a purpose – no, an Addams with a purpose, which was way more powerful – but was slowly starting to feel just as awkward.

“So… I suppose you want to establish a moment?” Xavier eventually offered with a small grin.

She made the smallest of grins in return. He knew her so well.

“You supposed well.”

Wednesday would lie if she said she was not nervous. She was an adept at control, but Hell knows how little control she had when it came to Xavier Thorpe. One day, she'd really have to check whether he'd cast a spell on her. Until then, it was official. She was going to have sex with her boyfriend. She was going to give him her virginity. He was going to give her his – which admittingly gave her some satisfaction, especially when one knows how many girls at school salivated at the sight of him.

But she was nervous.

Therefore, as in every situation involving a significant emotional impact other than her own, she would turn to one person and one person only.

“Enid.”

Each on their side of the room, her roommate turned away from her episode of that frivolous show Wednesday hated so much – something about a big family in the Regency era where each sibling was finding true love – to look at her.

“Yes, Wens?”

Wednesday, hesitating, opened her mouth and then closed it. “Nevermind.”

Enid paused her episode and fully turned to her. “No, no, tell me! You seem kinda worried.”

This is so embarrassing, Wednesday thought to herself as she turned away from her typewriter.

“It’s about Xavier and I.”

“Is everything okay between you two?”

“Yes. More than okay, actually. Which is why I am seriously considering…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. How could she be a writer and have so much trouble with words at times?

“We are ready to take the next step.” She finally confessed.

Enid’s eyes widened and she jumped out of her bed, nearly knocking her laptop off her lap. “OMG! Are you thinking about having sex with him?”

“Yes.”

Her blonde roommate rushed to her with a speed that Wednesday would describe as impressive.  

“That’s amazing! Okay, first of all, don’t panic, okay?” Enid exclaimed, taking her hands into hers. “You guys have been dating for a while, so it’s not rushed. And you love him. Even though you’d rather pick off all your toenails than admit it.”

“I’d probably pick them off just for fun, actually.” Wednesday added as she was considering the idea.

The weregirl chose to ignore that, still as excited as a kid on Christmas Eve. “Sooo? Do you know when you wanna make the big jump?”

“Actually, we already scheduled.”

Enid raised an eyebrow sceptically. “You… scheduled your first time?”

“Of course. Preparation is always a must.”

“How romantic.” The blonde replied sarcastically, although equally amused by her friend's antics. “When?”

Wednesday blinked and looked away, almost embarrassed to answer. This was unlike her, and she couldn't understand how something as trivial as sex and her first night with Xavier could cause her so much trouble. Yet she had learned to stop questioning her behaviour when it came to the tortured artist who inhabited her every thought.

“We chose the night of the Dark Prom.”

Enid gasped excitedly. “That is so sweet! Ohmigod, this night is going to be even more of a big deal, I’m so happy for you-”

Her roommate kept blathering on and on, but Wednesday stopped listening, far too wrapped up in her own thoughts. Breathe, Wednesday, she told herself. You’re an Addams, you got this. It’s happening and it’s happening soon.

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The Dark Prom was in a week.

Somehow, Enid had convinced her to go shopping with her. Wednesday needed to find a formal outfit anyway, but that didn't mean she was thrilled by the idea. Teenage dance parties were still mundane insipid events to her, and she wished she could go straight to the part where she would be alone in a room with her beloved. Not only that but her friend was dragging her from shop after shop, and the black-haired girl thought she was going to be sick from all those brightly coloured clothes. Eventually, Enid stopped them in front of a whole different shop.

“Wens, we sooo need to buy you lingerie.” She said, pointing at the window in front of the window displaying all kinds of suggestive underwear.

“And why would we do that?”

“So you’re all dolled up and sexy for the big moment!” Enid whispered like they were sharing a secret, although she was too loud to be subtle.

“I like my usual undergarments just fine and so does Xavier.”

“But don’t you want to surprise him? It’s a special night for you guys.”

“I certainly won’t dress for the attention of a boy, even my boyfriend’s.” Wednesday snapped back. All right, she wanted to get laid but that didn't mean she was going to give up all her principles.

Enid rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re hopeless. Anyway, we’re still going in for me!”

When they entered, Wednesday was sure she'd never seen so much lace before. Normally she would’ve made a comment about the horrifying reality of mass consumerism, but Enid was already too busy looking at everything in the store. She couldn’t stop asking for her opinion and the young Addams girl was seriously contemplating hanging herself with any garter belt around her.

“That set is so pretty. Pink is usually my colour but I’m thinking about this red one to surprise Ajax. He said red would suit me-”

Once again, Wednesday was no longer listening to her, and her attention turned to a mannequin next to a shelf further back in the shop. That’s when she saw that… quite interesting lingerie set. She approached slowly. Both the bra and thong were trimmed like cobwebs and the material was sheer lace. Simple, delicate, not like some tacky Halloween costume.

She flushed as she pictured Xavier removing those panties from her body with his teeth. Okay, maybe that was not such a bad idea. Besides, it was not strictly for him, she was mainly purchasing this for herself as it was her style. She looked left and right before taking one of the hangers with her size on it and heading for the checkout. Her attempt to hide from Enid failed when she came out of the store and saw her shopping bag.

“I knew you wouldn’t resist.” The blonde said with a smirk.

“Just shut up, Enid.”

Apparently, her roommate was not the only one with the urge to dress her up. Four days before the prom, she received a big package from her mother. There was a note on top of the package:

To my little black cloud,
I saw this and thought about you. Have atrocious fun at the Dark Prom.
Love,
Mother

Wednesday removed the wrapping paper and withdrew a long dress. Black – of course – half-sleeved, longer than the one she'd worn to the Rave'n but not too puffy or excentric. Rhinestones adorned the length of the dress and the V-neckline was lower than what she was used to, but it was more than adequate. It bothered her to admit it, but her mother knew her tastes well.

Tonight was the night.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do your hair for once! This is really besties bonding.” Enid exclaimed, speaking from behind the chair Wednesday was sitting in.

“Don’t get used to it. I just can’t do this braidstyle by myself and Thing turned out to be completely incompetent.”

“Hey!” The hand protested from her desk.

“You know it’s true. You only made knots.”

Enid was all ready, hair and make-up all done and wearing a red satin dress which hugged her body so closely that Ajax was bound to be the envy of many this evening.

 
“Aaaand done!” She stepped back to look at her work after she tied her hair. “Wens, you are so pretty. Xavier’s going to die.”

“I didn’t dress-“

“For the attention of the male gaze, yeah, yeah I know. But still, you look very pretty.”
For once, Wednesday guessed she could accept the compliment. “Thank you, Enid. So do you.”

Enid smiled, truly touched. Wednesday knew how much she cared about her style.

She stood up and looked at herself in the long mirror. All this fuss and preparation for some daft teenage get-together. Before any girl could add anything else, they heard a distinct knock on their door. Enid rushed to it excitingly, knowing it was her boyfriend since Wednesday’s had texted her he would be a bit late.

She opened the door to Ajax dressed in a black tuxedo and beanie, as well as a red tie to match his date. He let out a whistle while staring at his girlfriend appreciatively. “Daaamn, am I a lucky guy. You’re smoking, babe!”

“Aw, thanks babe! You look so good too!”

Enid practically threw herself into his arms and kissed him. They have been dating for two years now and Wednesday still found them positively sickening. But she supposed she could tolerate it since Enid seemed genuinely happy with Ajax. He was good for her.

When they stopped kissing – how was Enid’s red lipstick not ruined, she did not know –,  the gorgon acknowledged her presence.

“Oh hey Wednesday, you look great too! Xavier’s on his way, he’s just finishing getting ready. Homeboy changed his tie four times.” He added with a snort.

Wednesday almost grinned at the idea of Xavier being close a to a nervous wreck. The happy couple left hand in hand, and she waited another five minutes for her own boyfriend to knock at her door. Xavier was dressed all in black, from suit to tie. Well, at least they matched. Wednesday was also pleased to see that he had let his hair down, just like she preferred.

His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he gazed down at her.. “Y-you look… Okay, I kinda need a minute, to be honest.”

His girlfriend rolled her eyes, closing the door behind her. “Don’t exaggerate.”

 
Xavier chuckled and he bent down to press a delicate kiss on her cheek. “You look incredible, Wednesday. More dreadful than ever.” He murmured more suavely in her ear.

She knew she was blushing. He knew how to compliment her.

“I suppose you look presentable.”

He grinned in response. Actually, he was more handsome than ever but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him as he was puffed up enough. She was already in disbelief at the fact that she was going to this bloody dance to humour him. Stupid hopeless romantic boyfriend of hers.

When they arrived in the great hall, it was already packed with students and chaperones. The great hall had been entirely decorated in accordance with a theme that Wednesday hadn't bothered to remember — something about an enchanted and bewitched forest. Nonsense. But the subdued lighting made the atmosphere rather muted, and the spotlights weren't unpleasantly blinding.

 
"Well, this is nice." The young artist noted. "Hope it doesn't get ruined with red paint this time."

"I agree. I'm still disappointed that it was not actual blood."

Xavier snorted. "For sure. You want a drink to forget this huge deception?"

"That would be appreciated."

He granted Wednesday a smile and kissed the back of her hand, the only mark of affection she would allow him in public. She would deny forever that her heart soared a little more every time he did it. Nothing to do with cheap romance and the fact that he was the absolute love of her life, of course. Just a little tachycardia, it happens.

As he left to the drinks table, she spotted a group of girls in a corner of the hall glaring at her. Their eyes betrayed their obvious jealousy at her being the one on Xavier Thorpe's side. Feeling provocative, Wednesday turned to them and sketched a hint of a smirk, which frightened them enough for them to look down and scatter. Some things would never change. Her and Xavier have been dating for months, it was high time for them to realize that Nevermore’s tortured artist was taken and that she wasn’t about to let him go any time soon.

 
"Don't mind them. They're just sulking bitches." she heard a voice behind her say.

Wednesday turned around and found herself facing Bianca Barclay. She was wearing a long-sleeved fuchsia dress whose color perfectly flattered her skin tone and brought out her turquoise-blue eyes.

The young Addams raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Were they already like this when you were together?"

"Mmh, not that much. It's not like him and I were as serious as you guys are. But you, Addams... You beat all the odds. You got the boy's heart. That's why they're seething." Bianca admitted with a small grin.

Wednesday nodded in response and that was enough in her language to show the mutual respect they had for each other. They could have been the archetypal cliché rival duo: the ex and the girlfriend. Some would think they should be more weary of the other but Wednesday never really found in herself to hate Bianca. Xavier himself had assured her, despite his former shaky romantic relationship with the siren, that she was a good person and a good friend. Also she was the only one brave enough to challenge her academically and Wednesday liked the distraction of it.

"Hey, Bee." Xavier greeted when he came back, handing Wednesday a pinkish colored drink. "What's up?"

"Nothing, just making fun of you."

"As usual." Wednesday added.

Xavier rolled his eyes. "Nice."

"But as fun as it is, I should get back to my date. Have a nice night, guys." Bianca said with a wink before joining Lucas Walker, who had apparently had the same idea as Xavier and was waiting for her with two glasses in hand.

"So," Xavier started, definitely in a teasing mood. "Will I be lucky enough to get a few dances out of you?"

"Two songs. No negociation."

 
"You know Enid's going to try to drag you out on the dance floor all night, right?"

"Which is why we are not staying more than two hours. Besides..." Wednesday tiptoed and whispered seductively in his ear. "...we have more important matters to attend to."

Xavier fought off a shiver and his eyes darkened at the thought. Oh, they were not staying more than two hours, that was for sure.

They barely stayed an hour and a half.

Although she had had more fun than she was willing to admit. Firstly, because it turned out that Xavier and Ajax knew the Thriller choreography by heart, which had made Enid burst out laughing and had wrung a half-smile out of Wednesday — which for her was a lot — and secondly, because this time no one had been attacked by some creature in the woods. And it might also be that the slow dance Xavier had begged her to accept wasn't so bad, given that she had an excuse to hide from the rest of the world in his arms. Plus a superb opportunity to rub it in his groupies' faces. 

But let's get back to the interesting business, shall we?

It was convenient for them that their roommates were together, for it was easy for Xavier to convince Ajax to stay out of their room for the night. And because no one would have wanted to be in that room when they slammed the door open, their lips pressed together as Wednesday fumbled to peel off his suit jacket.

 
They advanced blindly towards the young man's bed, eventually landing on it. Wednesday straddled him and quickly removed his shirt, while thrusting her hips back and forth over the growing bulge in his pants.

 
"God, you drive me crazy." Xavier groaned in her ear, squeezing her ass between his hands and slowly pulling her long dress up her thighs. That's when she grabbed his hands to keep them still.

"Something wrong? You want to slown down?" He inquired, concerned.

"No. But I need you to help me with the zipper on my dress."

He obliged immediately, and Wednesday rose from his lap to let her dress drop to her feet, revealing what she was wearing underneath. That is, the new lingerie she had bought. And, well, the way Xavier was looking at her was confirmation that this purchase was worth it.

 
“Wow." He managed to utter, unable to take his eyes off her.

His cock was so hard it hurt. Her in this cobwebs underwear and these stockings was a vision out of his wildest fantasies — fantasies which were already filled of her and all the things he wanted to do to her. His devouring gaze almost embarrassed Wednesday who was still standing awkwardly in her high heels. He'd already seen her naked several times now, but standing in front of him like this was as if she was finally offering herself to him. She felt vulnerable. But also eager in the best possible way.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Xavier broke out of his contemplation at last and grabbed her hands to draw her closer. He ran a hand over the material, particularly her bra, and cupped one of his breasts right at his level.

"You're breathtaking, Wednesday. You're the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen."

He couldn't resist anymore and latched his mouth on her nipple, making her gasp. He started sucking and teasing with his teeth through the fabric just like he knew she liked. She kept undressing him, stripping off his suit pants and boxers all at once. Xavier moved to her other breast and sucked at it too, using his hands to rub up and down her body. When he reached her panties, Wednesday made a move to take them off but he stopped her.

“Can you keep these on? You look so sexy like this…” He murmured against her skin and she smirked.

 
Although her smirk was quickly replaced by a moan she couldn't hold back when he slid her panties aside and placed his thumb on her throbbing clit. He was moving it in soft circles, too soft for her, and Xavier knew he was torturing her at this point.

"Rougher." She panted, gripping his hair while his head was between her breasts.

 
"Magic word?"

"Idiot."

In reply, he bit her nipple lightly which made her whimper. "P-please..." She corrected herself.

Xavier guided her back onto the bed and gently took off her high heels, taking the time to let his hands roam over her stockings covered legs. His strokes became more pressing and he entered a finger inside her with little warning, steadily thrusting in and out. He inserted another one and Wednesday already felt so full she had no idea how she would feel when he was going to be inside her. The delicious stretch was causing her to be loud but fortunately, the bustle and music of the dance downstairs wouldn't betray their activities.

Wednesday felt her orgasm approaching, making Xavier speeding up his fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She almost let out a scream as her whole body arched and trembled with pleasure before going limp, leaving her in a state of insatiable bliss. He remained lying next to her, one hand tenderly running up and down her body.

 
The atmosphere had become much more sedate, unlike their wild, hurried steps upon entering the room. They hadn't even gone all the way yet, and already Wednesday was feeling the afterglow. She was content, right where she belonged in the arms of this boy for whom she'd done the impossible: she'd dolled herself up, gone to a school social event and was about to give herself to him. It was everything she had always rejected. And yet, she wouldn't hesitate to go against all her principles if it meant having those forest-green eyes gazing at her like this.

The moment of laziness only lasted a minute as she moved her hand down to his unattended shaft, and stroke it tightly, Xavier hissing in the process. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the box she and Xavier had bought earlier in the week. Using one hand, she tore off the wrapping and put it on him smoothly. He was on top of her now, careful not to crush her, but still looked at her hesitantly. Wednesday nodded in reassurance. She was ready. In theory, that is.

“Baby, you’re shaking.” Xavier pointed out.

 
“I’m fine.” She affirmed stubbornly.

 
“It’s okay if you’re nervous. I am too.”

“...you are?”

“Yeah.” Xavier admitted sheepishly, tucking a lock of hair back behind her ear. “It’s my first time too and I want you to enjoy yourself.”

She blinked. It was actually reassuring to know she wasn't the only nervous one. She stopped moving and placed the tip of his cock on her entrance. "Go ahead."

Slowly, he pressed into her. Wednesday gasped at the unknown intrusion and gripped the sheets. She had expected more pain but it was still uncomfortable. Xavier stood still for a while, waiting for her to adjust, but she could feel how eager he was.

 
"You can move." She said after a few minutes.

Xavier nodded. Slowly, he withdrew from her, leaving only the tip before pushing all the way. They both let out a groan as he slid in even deeper.

“Shit, your pussy's so tight-“ He said, and she liked how needy and desperate his voice sounded.

Xavier gradually picked up the pace, and Wednesday locked her legs around his lower back, encouraging his thrusts. The stinging discomfort was slowly being replaced by a pleasant throbbing that delightfully befuddled her senses. There wasn't enough, not enough of that feeling. She started to meet each of his thrusts and pulled the back of his neck to kiss him. It was messy and full of tongue and teeth but so exhilarating. The noises in the room made the whole thing almost obscene, whether it was the creaking bed, their moans and their skins slapping against the other to the rhythm of their movements.

 
"Xavier," She moaned as he thrusted harder.

"S-Stop saying my name or I'm gonna come." He said, panting.

She leaned towards his ear and whispered: "Xavier..." He shuddered above her, going quicker as her nails clawed deeply into his back, then put his hand on her nipple and squeezed.

She clenched around him and it took him three more thrusts to reach his climax. His head dipped down as he came, Wednesday stroking his hair absently.

Eventually, he remembers that she's still trapped under his body and hasn't come yet. He pulled out slowly to discard the condom and before Wednesday can notice, he's working her clitoris out with his skilled fingers. She gasped, her pleasure flooding back, and shut her eyes as she's reaching her release. Her thighs began to tremble and she holds back a cry as she hit her climax just a few seconds later.

 
A few minutes later, they were still in bed, the heat of the room having suddenly gone down, despite the two of them being sweaty. But for once, Wednesday didn't feel like resisting her boyfriend's cuddles and crawled under the comforter with him, her head lying on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding.

“Sorry I didn’t last longer.” He said with a small embarrassed smile.

“It’s alright. The average time for each couple ranged from 33 seconds to 44 minutes. It is highly influenced by the number of times they have sex.”

“Wow you truly did your research, uh?”

“Naturally. It is me we’re talking about, Xavier.”

He chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. They lay in silence for a long moment, Wednesday musing on how the evening had turned out. She'd read at least six books to prepare for this night, and yet the experience was different from what she had anticipated. Different, but not disappointing.

"I'm glad we waited." She eventually said.

He gave a soft smile. "Yeah?"

She nodded. The concept of virginity may have been something she conceived of as totally obsolete and gender-biased... but one thing she did value was intimacy. As someone who had always struggled with sharing herself with others, she now felt that a milestone had been reached. She could not possibly imagine sharing this kind of intimacy with anyone other than Xavier, and he'd managed to make her feel comfortable.

Wednesday knew she loved him. But these words and the day she would be comfortable enough to tell him were another milestone for another time.

In the meantime, she had better things to do. She pulled herself up astride his legs and let her hand move down his torso, enjoying the sheer anticipation on Xavier's face as her hand was going down. Eventually she reached his half-hard cock and began to stroke him lazily.

His breath hitches. "Fuck... Again? You’re sure?”

She nodded firmly.

She was not going to lie: the next time was better. And the next after that. And the next after that... Okay, let’s just say that Xavier completely rocked her world for the rest of the night and they were now more obsessed with each other than before.

 
The next day, she returned to her dorm. As soon as she opened the door, Enid pounced on her like a famished hyena.

“So, so, so? You have to tell me everything! How did it go?"

“Absolutely not.” Wednesday said without a second look as she opened her wardrobe for new clothes.

“Wha- Wednesday, come on!” Enid whined outraged. “Telling about your first time is, like, the number one rule of the BFF code! I told you about my first time with Ajax.”

“Which I absolutely never wanted to know about, by the way.”

The young werewolf threw her head back in frustration. “Ugh, can you at least tell me if he liked the lingerie?”

Wednesday blinked. “Well. Let’s just say I will have to buy more.”

“Oooh, so he did like it!”

“I’m afraid so. He tore it with his teeth, that’s why I need to buy more.” The young Addams replied casually.

Enid’s jaw dropped.