Get Ready for Max! Chapter 9

Get Ready for Max!
Chapter 9
by Noopster.



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"Max Milner to the principal's office."


"Wh-- what?"

"Oooooooooooh!"

"Alright, settle down, everybody! Max, you may leave the classroom. Everyone else back to the test."

A model student who had not been in trouble at school even once, Max wondered what this sudden visit to Ms. Dawson's office could be about, his young mind leaping to all kinds of wild scenarios as he nervously marched down the long corridor. He unlocked his phone to see if anyone had called him, hoping this wasn't a family emergency or something else of the sort. Instead, he had a message from Selena:

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"huge surprise 4 u 2day"

He was still hurt and dealing with her was the last thing he needed before facing whatever was waiting on the other side of that door.

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Don't want any more surprises

Right after sending that, a hand on his shoulder startled him.

"Max, I need to have a word with you," Mr. Keane said as he looked around to make sure no one could overhear them. "It is Max, right? I mean, you're Max Milner?"

"Huh...? I mean, yes," the kid answered, now even more annoyed by having to deal with the worst teacher in school. 'Of course he doesn't know,' he thought, 'he only bothers to learn the names of the pretty girls.'

"Okay, listen, Max, I had a long talk with your aunt yesterday and--"

"My aunt?"

"Yes, your aunt Marie came to see me after class and I helped her get you a day off from school."

"But I don't have an aunt Marie..."

"Look, kid, I don't really care what you two have going on and normally I wouldn't have involved myself in anything regarding a student's private life, but... well... she was very convincing. So just go in there, talk to Dawson and don't ask any questions. She will offer condolences for the passing of your uncle Peter and then she'll tell you to take a few days to grieve. You will say nothing but thank you and leave immediately after that. Understood?"

"I... I don't have an uncle Peter either."

"Of course you don't, you bloody idiot! Just go along with whatever she says and you'll get to spend the rest of the day with that pretty aunt of yours or whatever she is."

"...Mr. Keane, are you drunk again?"

"What the--?! No! Just go in there and do what I tell you!"

'He's probably drunk again...' Max thought as he walked away, but sure enough, less than 10 minutes later he was heading for the bus stop, backpack in hand, with the principal's blessing to miss school for the next couple of days. He sat on a bench, trying to figure out what had just happen, when a white S.U.V. stopped in front of him and honked him out of his assumptions.

"Hey, Maxie!" A gorgeous brunette greeted from the driver's seat. The kid looked at her once and assuming she wasn't real, he looked away. Then he looked closer. It was her. "Wh-- what are you doing here?" he said, almost tripping to get to the passenger's window.

"I told you I had a big surprise for you! Get in!"

"But I thought you were going back home."

A line of cars had formed behind her, they were starting to honk for her to get out of the way. "Get in, Maxie, before anyone sees me!". Max threw his book bag in the backseat and got into Selena's rented car just as she stepped on the gas, barely avoiding an unsuspecting woman that had started crossing the street. He wiped his sweaty hands on the cold leather seat and said, "I don't understand what this is."

"I'm here because you're turning thirteen tomorrow."

"So what?"

"So I'm your birthday present, silly!" the american girl said, almost losing control of the vehicle as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Max's face turned red instantly which made her laugh out loud, "Oh, you're such a cutie! I missed you so much. Did you miss me too?"

"I... I guess..."

"Aww, you guess?!" She frowned and pouted her lips, holding the exaggerated expression as she looked away from the road for a dangerous amount of time, "Are you still mad at me, Maxie?". The kid looked away, with his chin resting on his hand he just stared out the window.

"Oh, so I came all this way and you're not even gonna talk to me? Don't be like that, Maxie, please just tell me why you're so upset."

"You know why."

"Because of the picture?"

"...Yes."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I just thought you would like it."

"I did not."

"You didn't think I looked pretty?"

"Not like that!"

"What if it was your cum on my face?"

"But it was not!"

"But we can pretend like it is."

"No, because you had sex with someone and it wasn't me and I thought that--"

"What?"

"No, forget it."

"Tell me."

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Please, Maxie," she said, holding his hand. They had stopped at a red light and she rested her head on his shoulder, tenderly kissing his neck every now and then. "Tell me what you were going to say."

He sighed, "I thought you were like, like my girlfriend."

"Aww, Maxie!"

"I know it was stupid."

"No, baby, it wasn't stupid! And I'm sorry I got you all confused and stuff. I'm older than you and I should've realized it was gonna hurt your feelings."

The frantic honking of the drivers trapped behind them startled them. Selena drove into the lot of a supermarket and quickly stopped the car between two parking spots. She grabbed Max's face and kissed him on the lips, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth until he started kissing back. His arms went from crossed on his chest to wrapped around her in seconds. Selena was practically on top of him, french-kissing the soon-to-be 13-year-old with a frantic intensity he was too inexperienced to match. She reached back and took his right hand up to her braless chest, huffing and puffing in his mouth as he started to fondle those marvelous tits through her shirt. His free hand soon found its way down to her bottom, where her tiny cut-up jean shorts allowed him to cup the exposed lower curve of her ass cheeks. Selena broke the kiss to get some air and stared into Max's eyes as she massaged his little cock through his school uniform.

"I was thinking of you the whole time, I swear," she said, trying to catch her breath, "I just missed you so much, I... I won't do it again."

"You promise?" The kid said, struggling to get the words out as he played with her tits and ass.

"I promise, Maxie. From now on I'm your girlfriend and you're my boyfriend, okay?"

Max could barely process what was happening but he nodded anyway.

"Just tell me one thing," the famous singer said in a lower, more seductive tone as she unzipped the boy's pants.

"Wh-- what?"

"Was there a tiny bit of you that liked it?"

"I uh..."

"Are you gonna tell me you didn't jerk off after seeing me all covered in cum like that?"

"I..."

She pulled his dick out of his baby blue boxers and wrapped her hand around it, caressing the head until there was pre-cum all over her fingers, "Be honest."

"Okay, yeah, I did."

"So you did like it!"

"I don't know... it was confusing. It was hot but I don't want anyone touching you."

"Just imagine that you were the one that did that to my face," she said, stroking him slowly.

"I--"

"That's what I did."

"Really?"

"I swear. But since it's your birthday tomorrow..."

"What?"

"I don't know, I might let you do that to me... as a birthday present." She stroked him a little bit faster, looking around to make sure no one came near the car. "Can you imagine that, Maxie? Me on my knees, sucking your cock until you come all over my face?"

The mental image was too much to take and Max's young body shook violently before he started ejaculating in Selena's hand. She giggled and kissed him on the cheek again. As the kid struggled to recover, the horny pop star brought the pool of cum swimming in her palm up to her face. She grinned at Max and licked it clean while still staring daringly into his eyes.

"Mmm, yummy," she giggled before getting back behind the wheel. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror, fixed her hair a bit and drove out of the parking lot.

"So anyway," she said, returning to her normal way of speaking, "I googled stuff we could do on my way here and there's this amusement park outside of London I thought we could visit. It looked kind of shitty but that's probably the safest place we can go to where not too many people will recognize me. What do you think?"

"Okay, but I'd have to get permission from my Mum and--"

"Oh don't worry about that. I made a deal with Mr. Keane, he will call her and tell her you're out on a school trip. It will be fine as long as I get you back home before 5."

"You made a deal with Mr. Keane? What kind of deal?"

"Oh... uh, well, you know, I just told him I was your aunt and asked him to help me surprise you for your birthday."

"He said you were very convincing. What did he mean by that?"

"Oh nothing, I just cried a little bit to make it more believable. I'm an actress, remember?"

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The amusement park was more than an hour away and on their way there the unusual couple talked about a lot of things. Selena told him about what growing up famous was like and how hard it had been for her. Max talked about the bullies at school and how girls payed absolutely no attention to him.

"Aww, you poor baby!" she said, putting his hand on her naked thigh, "But you got me and I'm prettier than all of them, right?"

"A lot prettier!" The kid passionately replied, drawing out a big laugh from his new girlfriend.

It didn't take long for Max to notice Selena was a terrible driver, they came very close to bumping into the car in front of them on more than one occasion, but her thigh was warm and soft enough to make nothing else matter. The angry shouting and honking from drivers around her did not faze Selena either, she was cheerful and almost oblivious to everything and everyone outside of that car.



She sang with the radio and danced in her seat, absolutely ecstatic that her plan had worked out, enjoying every second of the ride and the freedom that came with it. Within a half hour or so, Max's hand got a bit restless, which Selena welcomed with a smile.



She kept singing while she unbuttoned her shorts and didn't miss one bar of Nicki Minaj's lyrics as she lead his hand down her underwear. A quick and short gasp came out of her when Max dipped his finger in, she tried to get back to the song but soon another curious finger followed the first one and Nicki went on rapping on her own.

"Mmm, that feels so good," she said, lowering the radio volume. Max's hand kept pushing further down, fighting the denim fabric so his fingers could keep digging and prodding between Selena's wet lips. "Oh Max... Aah! Maxie!" she started to moan, leading his hand with hers to find the sweet spot inside her needy cunt. "SHIT!" she suddenly yelled, forcefully stomping on the brake pedal to avoid crashing into a nearby vehicle. Its owner passed them by, giving Selena a very different kind of finger.



"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, laughing nervously at the accident she'd almost gotten in, "Maybe we shouldn't do that anymore while I'm driving."

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They arrived at the amusement park around noon. Max couldn't get the image of Selena licking his cum from her hand out of his mind, but as soon as they got out of the car there was another thing that grabbed his attention.

"What?" Selena asked, turning around to see why Max wasn't following her.

"Are you gonna walk around wearing that?

"Oh... you know what? You're right, this t-shirt is kind ugly." She opened the back door and pulled out a shirt white shirt with blue squares on it and pink sleeves. The curvy brunette looked around to make sure no one was watching before quickly pulling off her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything under it and, even though she covered herself with the squared shirt as fast as possible, Max's jaw had dropped to the floor after seeing her marvelous tits out in public just like that.

"Okay, let's go," she nonchalantly said, buttoning up just enough to keep her nipples hidden and seemingly unconcerned by the fact that she had just been topless outside a public park in the middle of the day.



"I was talking about your shorts."

Selena turned and looked down at her butt, the jean shorts she had on were very small and cut in such a way that almost half of her ass cheeks were exposed. "Oh? What's wrong with them?"



"They're uh... well I can see your bottom."

"You don't like seeing my bottom?" she laughed, getting ahead of him and making a point of swaying her hips with each step.



"I thought you didn't want people to notice you"

"Maybe they'll be too busy staring at my butt to recognize me" she joked, wiggling her ass around as they reached the ticket booth.



The secret couple made their way into the park. It was around noon on a Friday, so there weren't enough people there for Selena to be worried, but still enough for Max to get jealous after every guy there turned to stare at his girlfriend's juicy ass cheeks while she walked around.



They went on a ton of rides where Max enjoyed how Selena clung to him during the scariest parts. But things were different when they were just walking around. Men kept staring at Selena and taking pictures of her ass which didn't seem to bother her too much. "Everyone is staring at you," he said in Selena's ear as she bent down to grab one of the air rifles at a shooting game booth. Undeterred by the presence of a bra, her perky tits were in plain view of the guy running the booth, "Whoops!" Selena exclaimed, closing the gap on her shirt. She winked at her young lover before taking aim at the toy deer moving in the back, "Yeah but this way they're not staring at my face."



Max reluctantly resigned himself to the idea of his girlfriend walking around showing off her tits and ass and tried to make the best of the situation. "At least I'm the only one who gets to touch her," he said to himself after watching yet another guy take photos of her from behind.

Meanwhile, Selena was having the time of her life. She'd taken a huge risk with all of it but it was so exciting, she hadn't felt that alive in years. It was weird how comfortable she felt with him. Like there was no pressure, no expectations. He was just so pure and lovable and he looked at her with genuine awe in his eyes. The singer smiled as she thought of her giving him his first kiss, his first hand-job. She was his first girlfriend, as silly as that sounded, but what could be cuter than that?. In a way, she realized, he reminded her of when she first started dating Justin, when everything was new for the both of them. Max was just like him but before all of the ugliness. No managers or paparazzi involved. No drugs, no jealousy or cheating, just a cute little boy who thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and cared about nothing else.

Despite the constant leering and the many, many nip-slips that Selena offered to the horny bystanders, Max found a way to enjoy himself in his first official date with his world-famous girlfriend. They played lots of games and Selena provided the kind of junk-food smorgasbord that a bank account as loaded as hers can easily afford. It was the best day the kid had even known.

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They had so much fun that they completely forgot about Max's mother until the setting sun sent them running back to the car. To make matters even worse, they ran into a traffic jam on their way back so by the time they got to London they both knew he was gonna be in a lot of trouble. The drive back had been relatively quiet. They were both tired from walking around all day and for Max, trying to hide his erection for so many hours had been exhausting to say the least. But just as they entered Max's neighborhood, he finally found the nerve to ask what he had been thinking about the whole time.

"Hey... Selena?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Sure, Maxie, you can ask me anything."

"Are you... um..."

"What? Don't be so shy, just ask."

"Are you a slag?"

"A what? I'm not sure what that means."

"It uh... a slag is a slut."

"Hey!" she said, aggressively brushing her shiny black hair behind her ear, "That's not a nice thing to say to your girlfriend! Or any girl, really."

"I'm sorry, it's just my Mum says that girls who dress like that are slags."

"Uh... okay, that's... not very progressive of her. She shouldn't be judging other women like that. But more importantly, forget about her, what do you think? Do you think I'm a slut?"

"I don't know, I suppose... if it is a bad thing, then no."

"Listen, just because a woman dresses... well, like this, doesn't make her a..."

"Slag."

"Yes, that. It does not make her a slag."

"So you didn't care that all of those guys were looking at your behind and taking pictures and all of that?"

"Aww Maxie, did you get jealous? Is that what this is about?"

"Maybe."

"Well you don't need to be. They can look at my butt all day but I only care about you. You know that, right?"

"I guess..."

"Listen," she said, parking the car a couple of blocks away from his house, "it's very late as it is so the last of your birthday present will have to wait until tomorrow, okay?"

"Are we really going to do what you said earlier?"

"...Maybe? Hahaha, you'll just have to wait and see. Now go, your Mom must be worried sick."

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A little later, Selena arrived at the shitty motel she had carefully selected to stay under the radar. She'd surmised that the risk of the paparazzi catching her coming out of a five-star hotel would be too great, but surely no one would expect her to be staying at such a cheap and unassuming spot as the one she had chosen. She smiled to herself as she walked through the parking lot, proud of her cunning idea and how well it was working out so far. Walking past two young men having a smoke outside the main lobby she felt their gaze burning on the back of her neck. Had they recognized her? Or were they just staring at her ass like every other guy had been doing at the park? She hoped it was the latter, both for security reasons and her own vanity.

Moments later, she sighed as she flopped onto the bed. The simpleness of the room and its tacky decoration reminded her of being a kid and traveling outside of Texas with her mom for auditions and Max's question kept bouncing in her head as she turned on her laptop to watch The Office.

'Am I slag?' she asked herself seriously for the first time, thinking about all of the things she'd been doing since meeting Max for the first time. 'I still can't believe I did all of that,' she then thought, remembering the way Max's eyes grew big as beach balls when she undressed for him before the concert. 'I can't believe I'm here doing this...'

She thought of Max spraying the poster in his room and her breathing became heavier. Remembering massaging him under the table at the radio station made her chuckle and drove her hand to her chest, where she played with her nipples until they rose up and hardened like two little pink marbles. Then she thought about him cumming on her panties and the memory of walking around in public with Maxie's fresh cum on her skin without anyone knowing turned her on so much that she started rubbing herself, dipping one finger between her moist cunt lips while Michael Scott ranted about something she was no longer listening to. A second finger eventually joined the first one inside her now dripping wet pussy and her mind turned to Toshi's big black cock stretching her wide when he fucked her on the kitchen table. She felt a bit of a sting on her conscience for what she'd done that night with him (and then the day after that) without Max's knowledge, but also a slow, powerful throbbing in her inner walls. She reached for her phone and sent Max a close-up shot of her coveted breasts.

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just sending u a little something before u go 2 bed
hope u like it
miss u already

She bit her lower lip and felt herself getting so close to climax, whispering “Fuck,” as she pumped her middle and forefingers inside of her quickly, making a delicious sloshing sound and using her other hand to rub both of her breasts as her thoughts turned to Max's teacher cock-slapping her face in the school parking lot. "Stop it!" she suddenly yelled, pulling her hand out of her shorts before she could orgasm to a scruffy, middle-aged man taking advantage of her.

Max hadn't even seen her message yet and she needed some fresh air to get her head straight. As she headed for the door her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she realized she hadn't even bothered to close the window curtain before she started masturbating. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be anyone outside that could've seen her. Nothing but the scenic view of the gray and grease-stained motel parking lot. "Am I a slag?" she said again to no one as she walked down the sidewalk to get to the ice and vending machines while the cold air of the night turned the skin of her exposed butt cheeks into goosebumps. She fed one of the machines with her credit card, the scent of her sex still strong on her fingers, and bent down to pick up the sneakers bar she'd purchased. The sound of a faint footstep made her look back to discover a very tall and lanky young man with a goofy-looking hat staring right at her ass.

"Oh, you scared me!" she laughed nervously.

He replied in a dull tone, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to."

Selena looked at his pale skin and sunken eyes. It was obvious from the fog in his eyes and the way he seemed one strong wind away from losing balance at any moment that he was far from sober. He didn't smell like alcohol though, so she figured he had probably done a lot of drugs.

"Oh, sorry!" she said, realizing she'd been awkwardly staring at him for far too long. Stepping aside she added, "You probably want to get a snack too."

"Uh... yes, quite starved at the moment, miss."

The still-horny brunette took a couple of steps toward her room but stopped before the third one.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" she said, turning back to face the weird 20-something stranger.

"Huh?"

"Do you know who I am?"

He looked at her for a moment, blinking rapidly as if he couldn't focus enough to get a clear image and answered, "No" then he went back to dealing with the machine.

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Uh... sure," he said, barely paying her any attention as he struggled to make the vending machine accept his wrinkled bill. After impatiently watching him try and fail on several attempts, Selena put her credit card in and bought the item for him.

"Look at me," she then said, turning around and sticking out her ass, "Do I look like a slag to you?"

"Uh... what? I, uh..."

"Be honest."

"I don't know... uh, maybe a little bit?"

"What about now?" she said, undoing the two remaining buttons on her shirt. The drunk guy stared with his jaw open as the sexy brunette reached for her left breast and massaged it just a couple of feet from him. "Do I look like a slag now?"

"I, uh... uh... yes?"

Without bothering to button up she turned around and began to seductively walk back to her room, her tits bouncing out from under her shirt and a naughty grin on her face. The man stumbled confusedly behind her and found her waiting naked on the bed.



"Close the door" she ordered, playing with her nipples again. He stepped over her discarded clothes and underwear to get to her and in a fraction of a second she had her hands on the front of his pants. She pulled them down, freed his cock and jerked it for a while as she examined it in her hand. It was long and pale, just as the rest of him, and that was enough.

"What's your name?" she asked, pulling him on top of her.

Overwhelmed by how fast everything was happening he dumbly replied, "Uh... Steve. What is yours?"

"You don't need to-- ahh... --to know that," she said, rubbing the head up and down her moist slit. "Here, put this on," she then said, pulling out a condom from her purse. His fingers tripped among themselves enough times to irritate Selena, who again lost her patience and took the matter into her own hands.

"But shouldn't I--"

"No!" she yelled as she finished unrolling the latex over his shaft, "Just put it in already!"

There was no need for foreplay or any pretensions. She'd been ready for him, or anyone, since before they'd even met. He had barely started to get the tip in when she pulled him by the hips straight into her, gasping as her sopping pussy finally got the stuffing it so badly needed. It was obvious the druggie barely knew what to do with a woman but all Selena wanted was someone to fuck her right then and there, regardless of who it was or how he did it.

"Call me a slut! Call me a slag!" she demanded, while at the same time pressuring him to increase the speed with which he pushed and pulled in and out of her tight snatch.

Meekly and unconvincingly, he said "Uh... you're a slag, miss... you're a slut too."

Selena raised her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. The pulsations in her inner walls swelled. She brought up his index and middle fingers to her mouth and sucked on them while he struggled to both continue to slam down into her and keep his balance.



"Oh, Max! Oh Maxie!" she moaned loudly, her whole body shaking.

"That's not--"

"Fuck me, Max! Fuuuuuuck meeee aaaahh!!!"

Her fingers clawed at his back and her inner walls clenched around his cock. "Oh Maaaaax!" she cried out as pleasure flooded every cell in her young body. Feeling the hot girl squirming around him ended what little control Steve had over himself "I'm close, I'm--!"

Selena pushed him away and swiftly pulled the condom off. "Do it! Cum all over me!" she shouted as she stroked his lengthy cock fast above her belly. Steve soon groaned and began to spurt his load, the thin but long ropes of semen landing on Selena's flat stomach and heaving breasts. She kept milking that long and slippery cock until there was nothing more in it an the meat began to soften in her hand.

"You need to go now," she said as the reality of the huge risk she'd just taken struck her.

"Oh, okay then," he replied, leaving the room with the same careless attitude he had before coming in. "Uh, it was nice meeting you, miss," he said before closing the door behind him.

Selena wiped the sweat from her forehead and got up to lock the door. As she walked back to the bathroom she stopped to look at the dirty condom laying on the carpet. "Are you a slag?" she repeated, catching her cum-showered reflection in the big closet mirror. Then she snapped a photo of herself while still dripping junkie semen onto the cheap carpet.

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Missing u and wishing u were here

she wrote before sending the picture to Toshi.

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To Be Continued...