My muse decided it wanted me to write Virgil as a female. Don't judge. In this story, Virgil, or Virginia, feels more gender neutral then just a female or transgendered/transexual. Virg' still looks the same and has the same attitude, just as a girl instead.

Virginia, or Virg, Hawkins let loose a sigh as she stalked into the girls locker room. Once again, the tomboy had walked into the boy's locker room. Virg and Richie had gotten caught up in talking about zombies and she had walked in before she realized what happened and walked back out. A small flush on her face indicated her embarrassment, but that was it. It wasn't that big of a deal, any of the other guys honestly didn't care, Virginia was always seen as a boy any how. The truth of the matter is that she had been changing in there, way in a back corner with Richie until the coach found out she was a girl early freshman year. She'd been forced to move to the girls locker room. Not that she cared about that either, it was just annoying to here the other girls tell her she needed to dress proper.

She came out fifteen minutes later, baggy jeans and loose orange sweeter covering her body and walked back over to wait for Richie. The blond always took longer then her, most likely because he was a little vainer then his female best friend. The hero yawned as various other males walked out of the looker rooms. Several said hi as they passed by, to which Virginia returned the favor. It was still odd to most of the other guys that Virginia wasn't in there with them. She was one of the few females that were easy to feel comfortable around and thus they didn't exactly feel weird dressing in front of her. Besides, it wasn't like they were getting fully naked.

The hero yawned again, wondering when Richie would actually come out of the locker rooms. It was lucky that PE was the last class they had for the day, plus it was Friday so many people were acted a little more leisurely then normal. Virg let out an annoyed sigh five minutes later, getting over heated just standing there in the hallway waiting for her best friend. Virginia put her back-pack down before stripping off her baggy sweeter, late May was getting hotter by the minute. The tight, spaghetti strap tank she was wearing underneath her sweeter showed off every curve she had, making her c-cup breasts stand out more then ever. It was something Sharon had gotten her to help feminize her. It wasn't working cause Virginia hated it, however it was a great under shirt. Really girly cloths made her feel uncomfortable and Sharon knew that.

The only time a 'girly' out fit worked out for the teenage hero was when she was late once and had hurriedly put on a pair of jeans that had clung to her hips and semi tight tank top. She hadn't had another clean pair of jeans and then she forgot her sweeter in her rush out the door. She had ended up running into Hotstreak and shocking the older meta human badly. Apparently, the larger meta hadn't realized that Virginia was a girl. The pyro had thought that Virg was short for "Virgil" instead of "Virginia". It had worked out well for Virginia in the end, it ended up greatly reducing her bullying from the red head, though now Hotstreak was giving her a different form of attention. Apparently he really liked girls who talked back to him and would argue with him. Virginia still got creeped out whenever Hotstreak hit on her, regardless of actually liking the only male attention she ever received that didn't come from Richie or her father.

Speaking of the ill tempered devil, he just casually stalked out of the locker room, looking rather smug. The red head stopped when he saw Virginia standing there, his smug look morphing into a lecherous one. Before he could utter anything, Virginia sighed, shaking her head, grabbed her stuff and walked into the boy's locker room to retrieve Richie. The pyro had become excessively cruel to Richie as of late, Virginia really didn't know why. Well, Richie and Virg had some theories, but none of them were panning out. The red head frowned at the hero's retreating back before following the pretty black women back into the locker rooms. He stopped a few rows back from where Richie was, his frown deepening when he noticed none of the other males said anything about Virginia being there. He scowled at them and they backed away, not saying anything so he could here Virginia talk. The male populace of Dakota high knew when to back off whenever Hotstreak scoped out a girl he thought attractive and usually didn't do anything outside of being friendly. Virginia was now one of the ones he was scoping out, so she was off limits.

"Jesus Richie, what the hell did Hotstreak do to your face?" Virginia asked, helping her best friend up.

"He made friends with it, through his giant meaty fists. If I didn't know better dude, I'd say he's crushin' on you and is completely jealous we're hanging out," Richie said as Virginia helped him up. The blond took a second to compose himself before finishing getting undressed and redressed. Lucky for him, he wasn't wearing a shirt at the time and there really wasn't any blood.

"Why in all that's holy would Hotstreak be jealous? I'm not friends with him, I ain't datin' him, and I'm certainly not attractive enough by his standards," Virginia replied. In-spite of being comfortable with being seen as gender neutral, Virginia is still a teenager with some self doubts. Richie knew this, Hotstreak didn't, which didn't make the red head happy.

"No clue dude, and enough of that, you are attractive, in the classical way, which makes it better. Now come on, we have a zombie movie marathon to get too," Richie replied

"Hell yeah, I've been looking forward for this for two weeks. I have to stop off at my house for some to get some stuff. And thanks Rich," Virginia said with a grin.

"No problem, Virg, really, any who say other wise will answer to me. When we get to your house I need to get some of pick up some things," Richie said with a kind chuckle. Virginia chuckled too and Hotstreak grit his teeth angrily at the news that they'd be spending the night together. The pyro stalked out angrily, smoke pouring from his hair, and startling the two friends who were on their way out. Both looked at each other before shrugging. An hour and half later, both of them were sitting on Richie's bed, loosing brain cells with bad zombie movies. However, Hotstreak was still stomping around Virginia's brain, niggling at her to bitch and moan about him.

"Stupid hothead," Virginia grumbled out loud, though it was on accident.

"Hmm? Oh, still miffed about Hotstreak?" Richie asked, munching on some chips.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that," Virginia replied.

"Dude, you like him and he's being a complete douche to everybody, including to you, so I get it," Richie replied. Virginia flushed brightly but nodded at her best friends, they didn't keep secret's from each other. She had come to accept her odd crush on the red head. She felt rather lucky that her best friend was rather cool about it, though he told her about being gay first, so her secret didn't seem like such an issue.

"I'm just gettin' pissed that he keeps hittin' you and actin' all jealous like he owns me or something," Virginia replied with a huff. Her bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout, making Richie smile.

I know Virg, so am I to be honest, but there's nothing we can do about it," Richie replied with a sigh.

"I know, Rich, I know. On another, more positive note, how's the boyfriend?" Virginia whispered the last word out, worried Richie's father would hear. The man had gotten better with not being racist, but he was still Richie's father and was really anal about what he considered right and wrong.

"He's good, he wants to meet you properly though," Richie replied back, just as quietly.

"I ain't got not problem with that, we can do that tomorrow," Virginia said with a grin. Richie grinned back, though he was nervous.

"Awesome, I'll text him then," Richie replied, his grin showing his happiness.

"I'm still threatening him, so stop smiling like I'm not going to," VIrginia said with a snort.

"Oh, Virg, don't," Richie whined out, though he still finished his text and sent it.

"I didn't want to do this, but it's a dire situation. I'll let you dress me like a girl tomorrow if I'm allowed to threaten him," Virginia said semi sweetly. Richie frowned at his best friend.

"That may work on your sister, but that wont work on me," Richie grumped out.

"Not even if let you put makeup on my face?" Virginia sing-songed out.

"Goddammit Virg, that isn't fair," Richie whined out again, his inner selves arguing with themselves. Before Richie had become a super genius, he actually wanted to go into makeup and mask design, specifically so he could work on movie sets making monster masks and the like. Virginia had been his test subject when they were younger, mostly because they are best friends and Richie was always to shy to ask Sharon or Frieda. Virginia only went along with it because she had wanted to see what the whole deal with makeup was and Richie was the only one she trusted with that.

"So, is that a yes to the deal?" Virginia asked, her grin broad and mischievous.

"Yes," Richie ground out angrily, pouting with his whole body.

"Yay, I get to threaten people!" Virginia squeed out, though she wasn't looking forward to the little make over that was going to happen. It wouldn't be too bad because Richie knew her limits on make up, unlike her sister. The pair continued their zombie movie marathon and multitasking by doing all their weekend homework in one night to get it out of the way. The two ended up falling asleep around three in the morning, both exhausted from the movie marathon and homework. Both shared the bed, having gotten used to it ages ago. Their parents got used to it too, knowing the pair had a strictly sibling relationship.

The two woke around ten, still exhausted but knowing better then to sleep any later in fear of Mrs. Foley's wrath. The two, still in boxer shorts and tank tops, went to eat breakfast and drink up some coffee before scampering upstairs to get dressed. They were meeting Richie's boyfriend at twelve-thirty and they only had so much time to go to Virginia's house and get her all 'girly.' In-spite of what people thought, Virginia did have some more feminine cloths, though there were probably only one or two skirts. When they got to Virginia's house, Richie picked out a pair of semi tight cargo peddle pushers that made her ass look completely fabulous, and a tight, green top that stopped just above her navel. The sleeves barely went past the top of her shoulders, but there was a hood attached to it. The hood was the only reason Virginia had actually gotten the top. Sharon was the reason she had the pants.

The makeup came last and Richie was careful, putting on light powder, black eyeliner and a light smidgen of jade green eyeshadow. The eyeshadow complemented the green shirt and beige pants. Low top converse 'flats' went on the last after Virginia put half her dreads back and out of her face. It made putting on the makeup easier and also made her look less threatening. After she was done getting ready, Virginia helped Richie get ready to see his older lover.

"Fuck, it's twelve," Richie said after he got ready.

"Come on, we can get more food and coffee at the park," Virginia said, grabbing her keys and wallet. Richie nodded, grabbing his own stuff on the way out of Virginia's room.

"That's probably for the best," Richie grunted out.

"WE'RE LEAVING FOR THE DAY," They both shouted out so Robert and Sharon could hear them. The two were trying to hurry and get out before Sharon saw how Virginia looked. Last time Richie put make up on Virginia's face, Sharon had thought she was actually trying to be more feminine and tried to take Virginia to the mall for a full makeover. Needless to say, it didn't work out to well for the sisters.

"Hold up you two, where are you going?" Robert asked, standing up from the couch. Sharon was in the kitchen talking to Adam on her phone. The two froze and turned to look at the man before smiling sheepishly. Robert raised an eyebrow at Virginia's made up face, but didn't comment.

"We're meeting up with my boyfriend a the park at twelve-thirty and we're late," Richie said. He came out to the Hawkin's family ages ago, knowing they wouldn't have issues with his sexual orientation. Robert's face soften at the two of them and he gave them a smile.

"Ah I see, do you two want a ride? I meeting up with Trina anyway," Robert asked calmly.

"Really? That'd be awesome Pops," Virginia said happily.

"No problem, just let me get my keys," Robert said before going to get his keys and his wallet. Sharon came out of the kitchen a few minutes later, a happy smile lighting up her face. The smile dropped when she saw her baby sister before it irrupted with a loud squeal. Both Richie and Virginia flinched at the loud sound, both hating it.

"No," Virginia said before Sharon could say anything. Sharon's excited face fell.

"Why not?" Sharon asked with a frown.

"Cause I like being seen as gender neutral, Sharon. Occasions like this are only when I need to bribe you or Richie. I like wearing baggy jeans and loose t-shirts, I don't like looking like some helpless little women who needs a man's protection," Virginia said gruffly.

"But what if you want to get married? What then? How are you going to attract a man looking like a man?" Sharon growled out. She had always been miffed about Virginia's lack of self care when it came to her appearance. Her sister had never even bothered coming to her for help when her period first arrived. "Then I'll get married, just like you. Just cause you want to bend to society's bullshit standards of beauty doesn't I will," Virginia replied with an easy shrug. Sharon scowled before stalking off, most likely to get ready for her date with Adam. Robert came back down stairs, keys and wallet in hand, looking slightly confused.

"What's wrong with Sharon?" Robert asked in concern.

"She's still upset that Virg wont dress like a typical teenage female for this day and age," Richie replied.

"Ah," Robert replied before the three left the house. Virginia's laid back attitude towards her looks was a sore spot between the sisters for years. Sharon had always prided herself on her looks, she expected her sister to follow in her footsteps when they were younger. Virginia didn't and chose not to abide by gender norms. Robert had always supported his children's wishes and didn't interfere with Virginia's choice, much to Sharon's chagrin. He didn't even bother correcting his colleagues or friends when they assumed Virginia was a boy. Even Trina had thought Virginia was a boy until the younger women had changed her shirt in front of her. Sharon had always been embarrassed by that and Virginia didn't care.

The trio should up fifteen minutes later at the park a bag of food and two cups of coffee for the two teens. The two hero's thanked the elder Hawkins before going to find a bench to eat on. The two best friends scarfed their food down quickly and as none messily as possible before going to their coffee. After becoming hero's, the two had become sorely addicted to anything with caffeine. It was when they were finally finished with all of it their food when Richie's boyfriend actually showed up. Virginia had stropped being startled by her best friend dating Ferret, but it was still odd. It was rather obvious that the man tried to find the pair the old fashioned way, probably to give them time and to work out his own nerves. He'd been told when he had first started dating Richie that Virginia was very over protective of him and would loose her shit if anything happened to the blond. He looked startled to see a women next to his lover and not Virgil. Maybe it was a twin of Virgil's.

"Hey baby, who's the lady?" Ferret, or Luke, asked after he greeted Richie with a small kiss. He still looked greatly startled and confused by her.

"Hey Luke, it's Virg, Luke," Richie said with his mouth quirked in a smirk. Virginia was smirking too. Luke's dark eyes widened greatly at her, it was completely obvious that he was completely shocked.

"B-but, Virgil's a guy," Luke stuttered out.

"I get that a lot, and its Virginia. My sister's fiance still looks at me weird since he found out I'm a girl," Virginia replied with a shrug.

"I, I thought you smelled weird. You're really pretty, why would you not want to flaunt that?" Luke asked. Richie rolled his eyes and he shook his head. Both of them were completely annoyed with this question.

"Thank you? Um, I don't want to flaunt that because I see myself as gender neutral as opposed to female. Now, you and I need to have a little talk regarding my little buddy over here," Virginia said, face neutral.

"But Virg, I really like him," Richie whined out while Luke looked completely confused.

"Richie, I let you put makeup on my face, now, either be here and get embarrassed or take a walk for a few minutes," Virginia replied, face serious.

"Well, I'm gonna miss you Luke, really, I will," Richie said with a long suffering sigh before stalking off. When he was out of earshot, Virginia spoke.

"Listen carefully you little maggot, I don't like you, but Richie does, so I'll tolerate you. You hurt him, just once, no one, and I mean no one, will find your body. Not even the cadaver dogs the cops have. Are we clear, you sorry sack of shit?" Virginia said, her face black with untold horror. Her eyes terrified Luke most of all, the blank calculating looks of someone who would kill without a second thought. Luke gulped loudly as his body started to tremble.

"Crystal," Luke said weakly.

"Good, we're on the same page. Here comes Richie, and remember, just once, and your gone. Now, be a gentleman," Virginia said before standing up. Luke straightened his body as well, glad to have Richie back at his side. Richie still looked put out, though he did manage to buy Luke a hotdog for the older man's own lunch. Ferret grinned at his lover before scarfing the food down. The man was always hungry, which was probably why Richie and him got along so well, both were known garbage disposals.

"Thanks babe," Luke said, still somewhat weakly.

"You okay?" Richie asked softly. Virginia watched the two interact carefully, looking for problems.

"Yeah, yer girl's just good at bein' intimidation," Luke replied.

"Only when my friends or family are involved. Now you two crazy kids have fun," Virginia said before stretching her back.

"You're leaving?" Luke asked, semi relieved.

"Are you sure Virg? We wouldn't mind you coming along," Richie asked in slight concern. Luke froze up inside, not wanting to hang around the scary female, though he was a little concerned as well, for Richie's sake.

"Yeah, I'll be fine and no, I don't want to be a third wheel and intrude on you two little love birds," Virginia replied. WIth that, the electric hero wondered at an easy gate, wondering if she'd run into Daisy or Frieda anywhere. She was looking forward to seeing their shocked faces when they saw her all 'gussied up.' Though, Virginia still felt bad for the shock she had given Daisy. The poor girl had developed a bad crush on her and completely freaked when she found out Virginia was a girl. It took the hero three weeks to get Daisy to talk to her again and it was only after a lot of begging and pleading.

Virginia was so lost in the thought of how to make it up to Daisy that she ran into someone, a hard someone that felt more like a fleshy brick wall then a someone. The hit, surprisingly, was hard enough to knock both of them down to the ground, causing discomfort for both of them. Though Virginia was lucky enough to land on the fleshy brick wall as apposed to the hard concrete path below them.

"You goddamn bitch, watch where yer goin,'" A familiar raspy voice spoke from below the hero before he shoved her off of him. Hotstreak stood up without looking at her and dusted himself off. Surprisingly, he was in semi nice jeans and a t-shirt, though they still looked a little too baggy for 'proper' approval.

"Wow, Hotstreak, you sure know how to treat a lady good and proper," Virginia gruffed out sarcastically before standing up and dusting herself off. At the familiar voice, Hotstreak turned and stared, unable to say anything to the vision before him. The pyro had never seen Virginia in anything remotely feminine and she looked completely gorgeous. She didn't over do either her outfit or her make up, leaving her more natural, to which Hotstreak definitely appreciated as he stared at her. The hero turned slightly, revealing how good her ass looked and the pyro felt his lust stir. A smirk crossed his face, a familiar smirk that Frieda, and many other females, were familiar with. A look that made them either shudder in want or get debate sexual harassment.

"Why don't I make it up to ya by lettin' ya have a date with me?" Hotstreak asked as he moved closer to lean in real good. Virginia turned and raised a brow at him, a slight blush coming to her face as she saw how close they were. Hotstreak noticed and his smirk widened into a grin.

"How about no? I'm not interested in a quick fuck in some back alley," Virginia replied, dusting the last bit of dirt of her pants. Hotstreak's grin dropped almost instantly, turning into an agitated frown.

"Who ever said it'd be quick, Hawkins?" Hotstreak asked with a sneer.

"Who ever said I wanted to fuck you in the first place?" Virginia sneered back. Hotstreak scowled at the girl, his anger rising.

"I'm very fuckable, just ask anyone Hawkins," Hotstreak snarled out.

"Ha, in your dreams Hothead, most girls don't want someone who'll loose their shit every ten-seconds. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got places to go, comics to read," Virginia said before walking away. Hotstreak's raised completely and his fists clenched tightly. He stalked after the girl, itching to hit her. Feeling the red head coming after her, Virginia turned to face him head on only to pale. The girl knew better then to run from him, years of that proved worthless, and closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, bracing herself for impact. Hotstreak got a sep closer, lifting his arm to strike when it registered what she was doing. In that moment of clarity, the pyro stopped, horror rising like bile in his stomach as he realized what he was about to do.

He had never hit a girl before, at least not intentionally, for the longest time he had thought the tiny girl was a boy. The pyro had grown up in a house with an abusive father who liked roughing up his mother and him. Luckily enough for both of them, the fucker had died last year of alcohol poisoning, leaving Hotstreak and his recovering mother alone. Francis had sworn to himself to never become his father, but he did by beating on his legitimate love interest. The read had had always liked Virg, but had been sure she had been male. Not that he cared for the sex of his partners, sex is sex for him. Hotstreak lowered his arm and dropped it to the side. He looked away from the cowering girl in shame.

"I ain't gonna hit ya, I don't hit women," Hotstreak said. Virginia opened her eyes to stare at the red head in complete shock, not really expecting it.

"You did before," Virginia said, chewing on her full bottom lip. Hotstreak watched in hunger as she did that, though it was subtle.

"Thought you were a boy before. If I'd known, I wouldn't have touched ya, not once, not unless ya asked," Hotstreak replied. In that moment of weakness, a piece Virginia's inner self crooned, wanting to coddle him. Another, larger part of the hero got angry

"So it's okay to hit Richie then? He's fair game?" Virginia asked angrily. Hotstreak flushed in rage and jealousy.

"I want'cha Virg, as in I wanna date ya. I can't get ya if yer fuckin' him now can I?" Hotstreak grunted out. Virginia's anger desolved as laughter filled her and spilled out.

"Oh, geeze dude, why does everybody think that? He's currently with someone, his names Luke, or as you know him, Ferret," Virginia replied with a shake of her head.

"With?" Hotstreak asked cautiously.

"As in dating, like for six month. God, your stupid, thinking Richie and I are together, he's like my brother man. Now, if you ain't gonna hit me, I'm out," Virginia said, still chuckling as she began to walk away again.

"Wait, wait, can I take you out? Movie and dinner?" Francis asked, completely embarrassed both by assuming she was fucking Foley and by the act of asking her out normally. Virginia turned to stare at him, taking a few long moments to make the pyro squirm.

"Francis, are you askin' me out on a date?" Virginia asked, one brow quirked.

"Yes," Francis replied.

"All right, but we can skip the movies, ain't anything good on right now and last time there was a bad one, you burned the building down," Virginia said. If Hotstreak could beem, he would have been, but it was Hotstreak and those two thought processes didn't go together. Hours later, Virginia had called her father, giving him a heads up about being out late, Hotstreak had the hero pressed against his living room wall, kissing her frantically while his fingers roamed and fondled her body. Virginia kissed back just as hungrily, her own slender hands laced in the pyro's hair, gripping tightly at the flame colored locks. They both pulled back, panting heavily and surprised that it was heading the way it was.

"Is anyone home?" Virginia asked breathily, her hips bucking against Hotstreak's, rubbing their intimate parts together.

"No, ma works late every day but Tuesdays and Fridays," Hotstreak replied with a husky moan.

"Good," Virginia surged forward, kissing the pyro hard and hungrily, grouping his body every chance she could get. Hotstreak kissed back just as hungrily, his own hands rubbing her hips then going to her clothed ass and breasts. The two made it into the kitchen before their pants came down and off along with their shoes.

"Wait, wait, I don't have condoms in here, need to go to my room," Hotstreak said, pulling back briefly. Virginia pulled him back down, kissing him desperately then pulled back from him.

"Chill out hothead, I've been on birth control for months, and it's the really good kind. You don't have any diseases do ya big boy?" Virginia asked, rubbing herself against Hotstreak. Hotstreak being considerate of her getting pregnant was just as surprising as the amount of stuff they actually had in common.

"Fuck no, I always wear a bag and I get checked ever couple o' weeks. You?" Hotstreak asked, rubbing his hardened length against Virginia's obviously wet panties.

"Nope, now fuck me," Virginia said aggressively.

"Against the counter? Never thought you'd be an exhibitionist," Hotstreak replied.

"Do you really want to stop?" Virginia asked, one of her hands going down to palm his throbbing length. She rubbed aggressively, making him moan.

"Fuck no, now, spread yer legs, need them nice and wide," Hotstreak grunted out, rubbing himself against her hand.

"'Kay," Virginia replied lustily, spreading her legs. The pyro ripped her surprisingly feminine panties off before pushing his boxers down to his ankles. Virginia made a disgruntle noise before Francis guided himself to her dripping pussy lips. He rubbed against the wetting lips, soaking his tip. In one quick move, he thrust deep into Virginia's tight entrance. The hero let out a gasp, not used to being stretched so widely and so quickly. Her maiden head wasn't there, having been broken accidently during a hero things, but Hotstreak was so big. Virginia hadn't expected him to be so large, the tip of his cock crammed almost uncomfortably against her cervix. Hotstreak pressed his face against her neck, trying desperately not to start thrusting widely. He knew he was larger then most, and thus let his lovers get used to his monster cock before he started fucking them, but Virginia was almost unbearably tight.

"God, y er tighter then hell," Hotstreak grunted eagerly against her neck.

"First time douche-bag, not start moving," Virginia demanded out, one of her legs going up to wrap around his slender waist. Hotstreak's fire green eyes widened at the confession, his length throbbing at that thought.

"I'm yer first? That's so fuckin' hot," Hotstreak replied before starting to move. His first couple of thrusts were shallow, to get her used to it before he began to make deeper, harder thrusts. They were still excruciatingly slow, unfortunately.

"Faster ass-hat," Virginia grunted, the throb between her legs finally disappearing. Hotstreak grinned into her neck, liking her attitude towards this. The red head grabbed her hips to steady her before slamming into her. Virginia let out a startled shout, wrapping her arms over his shoulders, clawing at Hotstreak's still clothed back. Both groaned in pleasure, rocking harshly against each other, desperate for relief. Hotstreak was slamming into Virginia so hard, her hips were slamming into the kitchen cabinets, the hard space was helping the pyro grind deeper into the women he was in. One of Hotstreak's large hands crept up Virginia's belly shirt to her bra, before pushing her bra up, releasing her breasts. The hand palmed one of the heaving breasts, the calloused palm rubbing against a hardened nipple. Virginia groaned out in pleasure, bucking into the invading cock desperately. Hotstreak had an answering groan of pleasure, before thrusting harsher.

Virginia climaxed minutes later, her juices gushing down her and Francis's legs. The red head followed moments later, his boiling seed splattering into her cervix, drenching her hollow womb.

"Ooohhh," Virginia moaned out loudly, her walls tightening around the meat within her. It took a few minutes for their after shocks wore off, but Virginia's leg dropped to the floor while they came down from their highs. Francis stayed pressed against her, his length still pulsing with pleasure.

"We're doin' this again, and soon," Hotstreak said.

"Yeah, yeah we are. So, when's round two?" Virginia asked, squeezing her inner muscles tightly, causing Hotstreak to moan.

"Soon enough, not shut up," Hotstreak replied with a chuckle. The pyro kept playing with her, in his mind, perfect breasts, even going as far as to lift her shirt to suckle both of them lazily. Virginia moaned in pleasure, her hands tangling in his hair again, pressing his face against her breasts in pleasure. When they finally pulled away from each other, their combined juices dripped down Virginia's legs, causing Hotstreak's lust to stir again. The two grabbed their cloths before making it to Hotstreak's room. It wasn't much of a room, just a dresser, some posters, and a mattress and box-springs on the floor. Like any typical teenager, his cloths were scattered all over the floor, along with some books, CD's and various other things he had found interesting.

Virginia pulled off her shirt and bra before sitting down on his bed, her legs spread, showing of her glistening womanhood. Hotstreak took his own shirt and boxers off before joining her, pushing her down to properly worship her body. The hero let loose gasps of pleasure, though it got louder when his tongue shoved itself into her hole, lapping at the dripping entrance. His arms slid under her legs, lifting her hips up to get a better angle in her entrance. Virginia's legs splayed over Hotstreak's back as she clutched his hair, yanking to show her pleasure. Hotstreak slid his tongue up to play with her button, suckling it as if it was her breasts, causing Virginia to scream. It took mere seconds for her to cum again. Virginia lay panting as Hotstreak let her legs down to slither up her body, his length poking against her whole, teasing it with it's heated length.

"You recover quick," Virginia panted out as he thrust back into her. Virginia's muscles clenched in appreciation as he arms and legs wrapped around him.

"Courtesy of the bang," Hotstreak replied before he started thrusting again. Virginia's only response was a pleased moan as he rocked into her, pounding against her insides once again. The spent a few hours at it, in every position that Hotstreak could possibly think of, and some that Virginia thought up. All in all, it was an exceedingly pleasurable evening. The last position that they did, was doggy style, going all out on their last round. Hotstreak gripped Virginia's hips as he rammed into her twitching entrance, her legs spread wide as her breasts bounced with the force. Virginia's arms didn't tremble as Hotstreak slammed into her, filling her with his throbbing length.

"Harder, hothead, harder," Virginia called out desperately, thrusting back to meet him. His hips cradled her ass every time they pressed together, his sack slapping against her thighs every time.

"Oh, god, oh god," Hotstreak called out as he felt himself tighten in pleasure.

"Please, please, PLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE!" Virginia called out, clutching at the sheets below her as her own climaxed welled inside of her. They both peeked at the same time, gushing down Virginia's thighs hotly. They both slumped to the bed, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Yer my women now, Virg," Hotstreak panted in her ear.

"Okay, you still have ta talk to mah pops though," Virginia replied softly.

"'Kay," Hotstreak said as he rolled off of his women.

"I gotta get home, it's eleven-thirty," Virginia said.

"I'll take ya," Hotstreak said.

"Naw, I'll be fine, trust me," Virginia said, sitting up. Hotstreak followed her with a frown.

"What if you get attacked by some gang?" Hotstreak asked, worry filling him.

"I'll be fine, Francis, really, but thank you for caring. Now, where are my pants?" Virginia said, looking for her pants. She found them a few minutes later before getting up and putting them on. She found her shirt and shoes next. Hotstreak just watched her.

"What about yer underthings?" Hotstreak asked.

"Your souvenir," Virginia said with a grin. Hotstreak grinned before standing up. He grabbed one of his favorite hoodies before draping it around her.

"Keep it," Hotstreak said.

"Thank you, Francis. See you Monday?" Virginia asked.

"Of course," Hotstreak pulled on his boxers before walking her out. He snagged the lacy thong that Virginia was wearing, clutching it in is hands. When the got to the door, they kissed hungrily and Virginia left, a wobbly skip in her step. Francis watched her go in concern, wondering if his tiny girlfriend would actually be okay.

"Aren't you going to follow her?" A soft voice behind him asked. The pyro jumped and turned to look at his mother. His mother was a blond bombshell of a women, with deep, kind, green eyes and a slowly aging face.

"Fuck, ma ya scared me. How long have you been home?" Francis asked.

"Since ten-thirty, Francis," His mom, Mary, replied.

"Oh, um, sorry about the noise," Francis said in embarrassment.

"It's okay Francis. You never bring girls home. She must be very special," Mary replied. Francis smiled softly at her.

"Ya know? She really is. I'll introduce you two soon, okay?" Francis said. Mary smiled at her son, glad that he was finally becoming happy.

"I'd like that. You take care of her, okay Francis?" Mary said.

"I will ma, I promise," Francis replied. The following Monday, both Virginia and Francis were rather excited to go to school, only a few people actually knew why. When Virginia had gotten home Saturday night, she explained to her father that she somehow got a boyfriend and then they hung out all day. She didn't tell him they had sex on the first date, she didn't want to see his disappointment, however she did tell Richie all about it. Instead of being grossed out, he had teased her about the experience to which she teased back. Unfortunately, the two new lovers didn't see each other until after PE.

Once again, Hotstreak found Virginia waiting outside the boys locker room, waiting impatiently for her best friend. She actually had her sweeter wrapped around her waist, a tight shirt clinging to her upper body while she wore semi loose jeans and her favorite boots.

"Hey, baby," Hotstreak greeted when he got up to her.

"Hey hothead," Virginia replied with a grin. Hotstreak leaned down and mashed their mouths together, tongue lapping at her own. One of his hands slide down to grasp at one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. Virginia groaned into his mouth, leaning into him. Before it could get any hotter, Richie interrupted.

"Am I interrupting something?" Richie asked with a smirk. The two pulled apart.

"Always, Rich, now shoo," Virginia replied. Richie laughed and shook his head before scurrying off, it was date night for him and Ferret. Hotstreak shook his own head before pulling Virginia into the boy's bathroom to have his way with her. Luckily for them, the other guys had already left and it wasn't football practice that day. Both dropped their pants before Hotstreak lifted Virginia up, pressing her against the locker room door before slamming into her, pounding into her once again. He finally felt at home. Virginia rocked against him, her insides squeezing his invading meat. Hotstreak groaned, clutching her broad hips as he fucked her.

"Harder, Francis, harder," Virginia moaned out, scratching at Hotstreak's back.

"Geeze, yer demanding," Hotstreak replied but he complied, slamming harder into his precious girlfriend.

"Feels good Frankie, harder," Virginia whined desperately.

"Cause yer with me," Francis replied, not even reprimanding her for the nickname. They continued their harsh place before Virginia climax, screaming loudly as she did so. Francis followed her moments later, shooting his boiling seed into her womb.

"God, yer seed feels good up there," Virginia slurred out as several more spurts shot into her before he let her down and slid out. His seed dripped out of her, along with his own juices.

"Good, on another note, my ma want's to meet you," Hotstreak said.

"Pops want to meet you too," Virginia said drunkenly. She really loved Hotstreak shooting his seed into her womb, though she couldn't have kids at the moment. Hotstreak loved doing that too, loved seeing it drip down her legs along with her own juices.

"I can deal with that. Now come on, I'm takin' you to dinner," Hotstreak said, helping Virginia into her pants. The hero blushed prettily but followed him.

"Okay," Virginia said and followed her older lover out of the school. Their relationship would be an interesting one, but they were falling in love with each other and they probably couldn't really deal with anyone else and both of them knew it.