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The Hardest Test	By : NMI Category: 1 through F > Family Matters Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Matters, nor the characters or stories from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All sexualized characters are eighteen ears of age or older as this story takes place.

Chapter List
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Content Warning: Strong language. Consensual sex. Graphic content (Foreplay).
Laura looked away. She wished she could say that back to him. It would make her life so much simpler. She could commit to him right then and there. They could get married after graduation and she would have a man that she could really trust. She would have someone who would always love her, who would always think she was beautiful no matter how old she got, and who would always be attracted to her. She would never have to worry about him cheating on her or asking for a divorce. She would have someone who would always do his fair share, if not more, and who would support her no matter what she wanted to do in life. She could marry a man who would be a wonderful father and a devoted husband. She could be with her best friend… but she just didn't feel the same way. Not yet, anyway. She didn't want to hurt him. She really wished she could say it back, but she couldn't. It wouldn't have been the truth.
Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him, very gently. The moment their lips met, his arms embraced her, forcefully, but not roughly. His arms wrapped around her tightly and pulled her closer. This time, it was his tongue that traced her lips, begging for permission. She thought for a moment that they may be taking this too far, but then he moaned gently. It was almost a whimper. Her heart ached for him, and so did her body, so she opened her mouth. He wasted no time and before long they were playing tonsil tennis just like he'd always wanted. This time, she didn't pull away. She hugged him tightly back. She rested one hand on the back of his head and the other stroked his neck.
Steve was the first to break the kiss. He didn't let her go, though. He kissed her lips again, then her cheek, then her chin, then down her neck. He nuzzled his head against her soft, warm skin and he began to kiss. He pulled gently at the skin on her neck while his fingers caressed her back, which he could actually touch thanks to her backless dress.
Her eyes were closed tightly and she tried to shut her brain off for a minute and just enjoy the feeling. She had been dreaming about this for months, and in a lot of ways, her dreams were right. His kisses felt incredible. She let him kiss her and she listened to him suck and moan. It sounded like he was having more fun than she was. She smiled slightly as she realized that she had never made out with a man who enjoyed giving her pleasure this much. They were only necking and she could tell that Steve was going to be very generous tonight. "Mmmmm," Laura moaned as Steve found just the right spot on her neck.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Steve thought as he sucked on that spot harder. He made a mental note to remember where he was as his lips devoured her neck hungrily. Then he realized he could do more than make a mental note. He happily continued his suckling for a few minutes and when he pulled away, with the sound of his lips popping from her skin, a dark mark remained on his new favorite spot. He paused to admire his work for a moment, and she pulled away a bit to look at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
He moved his loving gaze from his hickey to her sweet eyes. "Absolutely nothing," he promised.
She flushed, "Then why did you stop?"
"I want to memorize everything about this night," he cooed, "including that big, ol' bruise I just left on your neck."
Ew… and he was doing so well.
He noticed an all too familiar look in her eye and decided to pounce before he turned her off completely. He leaned in and kissed her urgently. He sucked on her bottom lip until he felt her arms relax. Sensing she was once again his eager playmate, he moved up to her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. She giggled and he slid his tongue out to lick around her earlobe. He licked a little higher and heard her gasp as his tongue grazed her ear canal.
"Oooh…"
"Do you like that, Sweetums?" he whispered, letting the tip of his tongue slip just inside.
"Oh," she said with surprise.
"Do you like this, my pet?" he whispered again, demanding an answer.
"Yes, Steve," Laura answered breathlessly.
"What about this?" he questioned as he shamelessly lowered his hand to squeeze her butt cheek.
Oh, my God. Steve Urkel just grabbed my ass. Think about that for a minute, Laura. What has happened to my life? Steve's boldness caught her off guard and as usual, she found herself moments away from jumping ship. Then, Steve's hands began to work their magic. As one hand remained on her back, caressing her spine, the other began to massage her rear. With his tongue still playing in her ear, she relaxed a moment as she began to adjust to all of these new sensations.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He was touching Laura Winslow's booty. He and so many others had spent hours looking at her backside in short skirts, tiny dresses, and tight jeans. Laura was very attractive and many of her body parts caught the eye, but her big, round butt definitely ranked high on his list. As he massaged her, he noticed that her cheeks were even more amazing than he imagined. They were firm, but still meaty enough to jiggle a little as he moved… or at least one of them was. He didn't want to take his exploration to the other side until he had a little positive reinforcement. He nipped her earlobe again, "Laura, my love, you have to answer me," he whispered. "How does this feel?" He squeezed her butt a little harder for emphasis.
"Unh," she huffed in surprise. She was suddenly at a loss for words. It felt good. It felt really good, but what was she supposed to say? She was supposed to think of some sexy, witty comeback, but she was having trouble thinking at all with Steve Urkel's hand on her ass.
Originally, he took her silence as a good sign, but he started to get a little nervous. He moved his hand away from her firm cheek and allowed both his hands to land back on her hips. Pulling his head back he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, but they opened as he tore himself away from her.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked tentatively. He surely didn't want to, but he also didn't want to be one of those guys. She already knew enough of them.
She opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again when nothing came out. He took that as response enough. He disappointedly removed his hands from her body and turned a bit to face forward again. He silently berated himself for being so greedy. He might still be kissing her if he had kept his hands in more innocent locations.
Laura felt cold as he suddenly took his body heat away from her. As he turned forward again and looked down at his hands, she didn't know what to say. She didn't want to stop, but she didn't want him to think she was easy.
"You know, everybody has probably gone to parties now. I bet we can sneak out safely," Steve suggested dejectedly.
No, Laura thought.
"I rented the limo for the whole night, so if you want to, you can drop me off at home and take the limo to a few houses."
"No," she said, aloud this time.
Steve looked at her, oblivious to what she really wanted. "Well, I guess we could both go home, but it's really not fair for us to both spend prom night there. Nobody hates you."
Laura couldn't believe how quickly he gave up. She remembered times he would spend days begging her for one date or one kiss. Now silence was enough to stop him before he started? She must have really beaten him down. In one swift motion, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her arms slinked around his neck and she leaned down toward him so they were nose-to-nose. She could feel his erection straining against his pants. She pressed herself down more forcefully, grinding against him once. He shuddered at the sensation.
"I don't want to leave, yet," she said, cocking her head so her lips could graze his as she spoke. "Do you?"
Steve shook his head vigorously, but as he did, his nose hit hard against hers and they both recoiled.
"Ouch!"
"Ack!"
Laura pulled her arms back and her hands covered her nose. Steve lifted one to his, but placed the other protectively against her lower back, making sure the sudden motion didn't cause her to fall. He relaxed when he heard her laugh.
She wiped a few tears from her eyes and rubbed her nose. "Hey, there, Mr. Smooth," she teased. "If you're not more careful, Steve, one of us is bound to end up in the emergency room before I get to unbuckle your belt."
"Woah, Mamma!" Steve crooned under his breath. She smiled down at him and he looked up at her in awe. Is this really happening to me? "Laura," he asked, no longer content to leave things unspoken, "what are we doing?"
He was really going to make her say it? Her face softened, "We are going to lose our virginities tonight, Steve… That is, if you want to." She suddenly felt shy actually saying it aloud.
He gulped and pulled at his collar. Was it getting hot in their tiny hotel room? "Ready, willing, and able," he whispered.
"So, what do we do now?" she asked. She expected to be with Curtis tonight. Had she been in a hotel room with him, he would have taken the lead and she'd just have to relax. Being with Steve was making her nervous because it was both of their first times, and because it was such a big change for them with so many strings attached, but as she sat in his lap, she also suddenly realized she had forgotten everything she was supposed to do.
As Laura was thrust into uncertainty, Steve found himself in a surge of assuredness. With her clear and unforced consent, he suddenly knew exactly what to do. Quickly, he rolled her off his lap and flat on the bed. She yelped as she was flipped onto her back. As Steve climbed on top of her, his knees between her legs, he slid her dress up far enough to be close to her, but not so far as to be immodest… yet. He slipped his jacket off and threw it on the floor. Then came his tie and his cummerbund. He reached behind him to slip off his shoes and his socks. Finally, he undid the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing a bit of his chest and cooling him slightly. There. That's better. He leaned forward over her and propped himself up with his forearms. He leaned down to her lips and kissed her. He loved the feel of her soft fullness. He nibbled on her bottom lip a bit and slid both his hands under her body, back to her sexy booty. He stopped their kiss long enough to whisper, "I love touching you like this." He wished she would be more vocal, but this would have to do until she relaxed. He started to kiss her neck again, on the other side, as he continued to play with her butt. He squeezed and massaged, rubbed and caressed, pinched and thought about smacking it, but he decided that would be a little too much, for now.
Suddenly, she pushed his head back, removing him from her neck. Smiling up at him, she slid her hands up to his waist. As they gripped his shirt, he felt her un-tuck his shirt as he continued to caress her. She slowly started to unbutton it the rest of the way as she kissed his lips again. He was beginning to get addicted to the feel of her warm tongue and her sweet taste. When the last button was undone, she helped him slip out of it, removing only one hand at a time from her backside to slide his arms free from their confines. As she stared at his bare chest, he began to feel a little naked. He knew he didn't look like most of the guys she dated. They were all meatheads who spent more time at the gym than with books. He began to feel very inadequate and it showed on his face.
She traced her hands over his chest, allowing her nails to scratch gently. "Your skin is so smooth, Steve," she cooed.
"I-I don't r-really g-g-grow much chest hair," he said, apologetically.
Where did that stutter come from? she thought. "I don't like a lot of body hair. I like when guys are well trimmed and waxed so you can really see their bodies. As far as I'm concerned, you're just savin' a step," she joked, hoping to make him relax like he had only moments before.
Steve chuckled nervously, but stayed very tense.
"You know, everyone has parts of their body they don't like, Steve. Even me." Since joking didn't help, maybe sincere intimacy could.
His eyes widened and they trailed down her body. He gawked at her beautiful chest, her tiny waist, her curvy hips, and her smooth, bare legs, which had spread around him. Then, he reached down to squeeze her butt for good measure. "What could you possibly be ashamed of? You are a goddess."
Laura smiled. She didn't expect to hear anything less from Steve Urkel, but the butterflies in her stomach still needed his constant reassurance. Hoping to offer him a similar soothing feeling, she continued, "Well, I haven't always appreciated that butt you can't get your hands off of."
"Really?" he asked, legitimately surprised.
"Yes, really. I've come to terms with it now, I think. There were definitely times that I wished it was a little smaller, though."
"Why on Earth would you want that?"
She laughed, "Because, Steve, models on TV are always so thin and I'm fit, but I have my curves that just won't go away. I've been really insecure about it before."
Steve smirked and shook his head, "Oh, Laura, believe me. You have nothing to be insecure about." Suddenly, he slipped his hand up her dress and cupped her bare cheek.
Both of their eyes widened in surprise.
"Sweetums," Steve whispered, "are you wearing a… thong?"
Laura bit her lip, suddenly a little embarrassed. "You have to with this dress. Otherwise, you get panty lines."
"Oh, really?" Steve crooned, beginning to trace the line of her thong. "So you didn't just put it on for me?"
"Never even crossed my mind," she lied unconvincingly. Her hands continued to stroke his chest, eventually finding their way down to his belt buckle. She started to undo it.
He paused his caresses to look down nervously. "Wait," he said.
She looked back up at him.
"Before you do that, could I… Could you slip out of your dress? I don't want to be the only one in my undies."
She sat up slightly and asked, "Will you unzip me?"
"With pleasure!" he grinned. He reached behind her to find the zipper. He fumbled for a few moments, but she was patient and he felt very comfortable as he looked into her eyes. Finding the little zipper, he began to gently slide it down her back.
She lay back again so she could lift her hips as he brought the zipper lower. As it reached the end, she slipped the straps from her shoulders and he sat up so she could slide completely out of the dress. She casually tossed it to the side, like throwing three-hundred dollar dresses on the ground as she undressed for a man was something she'd done a thousand times before. She was nervous, but she faked confidence, knowing that her body would thrill Steve, undoubtedly.
His eyes went wide and he ogled her form. Sure, he'd seen it before. In her strapless bra and itty-bitty panties, it was really like she was wearing a very revealing bikini, but knowing that it wasn't a bikini made all the difference.
As his eyes seemed to be falling out of his head, she reached forward and continued to undo his belt. As she finally got it open, she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. She started to slide them off his hips, but realized he was too focused to be of any help. "Steve?" she said. "Steve, honey, I can't get these off unless you lean forward again."
He was completely oblivious. His eyes were locked on the little triangle of lace that was covering her womanhood. He licked his lips and nibbled on the bottom one. He had never been more aroused. He couldn't help but wonder if she was wet, yet. He inhaled deeply, hoping to get a hint of her scent.
She looked at him, her hands still resting on the lowered waist of his pants. She could see his white boxers, but his member was still well hidden in his tuxedo pants. That look in his eye was very new to her. She had caught him staring before, but this look was different. It was very intense, almost primal. Her heart started to pound harder as she worried a little that he may pounce unexpectedly, but he didn't. He just stared. "Steve?" she tried again. "Steve, c'mon." Still seeing no reaction, she reached out and placed her hand on his face. Gripping his cheeks, she pulled him down to her lips. Waking suddenly, he kissed her eagerly. Reclaiming his position between her legs, Laura was able to use her feet to slide his pants the rest of the way off. They were now only separated by their undergarments. As his erection pressed into her stomach, she could definitely feel the difference. With such a thin layer of fabric between them, she could feel the warmth of his member, and occasionally, its movements.
As Steve lined up his hips with hers, he began to grind himself between her legs. He too could feel the difference. She certainly was wet. He could feel her slightly wetting his boxers and he could suddenly smell her sweet honey from a mile away, though he was grateful to be just millimeters from it.
As she felt him grind into her, she started to feel a new kind of pleasure, the kind she'd only dreamt about. Laura loved kissing, both other guys and Steve, but this was a new ecstasy. As she felt her womanhood beginning to glisten and warm, she moaned loudly. "Oooohh, Steeeeeve."
He kissed her and moaned back in her mouth. "Mmmmmm." Being a little bit more experienced spending time alone than Laura, Steve was familiar with the sensations he was feeling from the friction between them, but there was no comparison between what he was used to and what being with her was doing to him. More than anything, he wanted to hear her say his name like that again. Heck, he wanted to hear her scream it. He reached behind her and began to fiddle with her bra. He had wanted to be smooth. He had wanted to just slip his hand behind her and suddenly be greeted by the sight of her bouncing breasts, but he wasn't the best at delicate tasks and he'd never taken a bra off before. He tried pulling, but that didn't work. He pulled a little harder, but then he remembered he had to push the ends together and then pull. He kept fiddling, but he was beginning to get frustrated. He stopped kissing her as he started to get embarrassed.
Poor guy, she thought. I'll just put him out of his misery. She sat up slowly, so her hands could find her bra.
As her fingers met his and he felt her take over, he pulled back to grab her wrists. "No," he said softly, with a very gentle grip on her. "Please, don't."
She removed her hands from her bra and from his grip to place them back on his chest. She started to stroke again and smiled gently. "Don't worry about it, Steve. Take your time."
He was mortified and it showed on his face.
Sensing his discomfort as he continued his efforts, "Hey," she said, waiting for his eyes to land back on hers, "you're a scientist. Just experiment until you get it right." She smiled at him as brightly as she could. She didn't want him to feel embarrassed. This was new to both of them, and though she had nothing to compare it to, she thought he was doing a pretty good job.
Seeing her smile and hearing her voice relaxed him a little. He decided to change his tactic for a moment, planning to return to that experiment later. He slid his hand around her back and to the side of her ribcage. He stroked his thumb gently along her side. Slowly, he slipped his hand up to her left bra cup and he began to squeeze.
Almost instantly, her nipple began to harden. He couldn't feel it through the fabric, but as he rubbed her breast, she could feel her body reacting.
He slid his other hand up to the other side and he began to enjoy touching her ripe fruit over her bra. To him, it was like he almost skipped an important step. There was no need for him to rush this. She clearly wasn't going anywhere. He massaged her breasts and just watched as his hands kneaded her resilient skin. Her navy blue bra was teasing him mercilessly as it covered all the best parts, but left her full cleavage exposed and he watched it move with his hands. Suddenly remembering that the love of his life was attached to his new toys, his eyes shot up to hers. Looking at her beautiful eyes, he felt a little guilty for not asking this question the moment his hands came in contact with her breasts. "Is this ok?"
"Yes," she smiled. "That feels really nice, Steve."
"You're not moaning anymore," he pointed out.
"No, but it still feels good. I think there's just too much between us."
With that cue, he slipped his right hand into her left cup and gripped her bare breast. Then he did the same on the other side. He could feel her hard nipples in the center of his palms and thought about sucking on them. He scolded himself again for rushing. "Better?"
"Mmmm. Yes, baby."
He leaned down, closer to her face as he rubbed, "I love it when you call me pet names."
"Really, you like that, my wittle bunny boy?" she cooed in the most obnoxious baby-voice she could muster.
He laughed a hard Urkel laugh, snort included. "I'm not a big fan of that one."
She giggled back, "Good, neither am I. Take my bra off, Steve."
"Does this not feel good?" he asked, nervous about failing her again.
"It does, but I want you to do more. Please, Tiger," she purred.
"Growl," he leaned forward to take her lips again, enjoying the fact that, at least for tonight, he was allowed to do that whenever he wanted. "I like 'Tiger' better." He slipped his hands back on her clasp, praying for a little dexterity. A few tries later, he finally felt the tension release as her clasp opened for him. Quickly tossing her bra to the side, his eyes landed right on her perfect breasts. "Does that feel better, pet?" he asked, without moving his eyes.
"They're a little cold now," she replied, pouting at him, not that his eyes were anywhere near her lips. "Maybe there's something you can do about that?"
He continued to stare for a moment. When he spoke again, he didn't flirt or tease. "Laura, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
His eyes stayed on her breasts, but she could tell that he meant it. He wasn't objectifying her, either. She knew he was just enjoying a sight he felt he'd been denied for too long. Where she had previously felt uncomfortable under that lustful gaze, she now felt at ease. She now felt she was only moments away from being pleasured in new ways. She wanted him to put his lips on her nipples immediately, but she waited patiently while he stared. She wanted him to have the moment he'd always imagined.
Soon his hands drifted back to her and he eagerly played with her breasts. "Oh, Laura…"
"Do you like them, Steve?"
"Oh, God, yes. They're perfect." He continued to caress them and he let his thumbs graze over her nipples.
His touch sent a shiver down her spine, right to her womanhood. "Oooo… Oh, Steve. That's good. Mmm… Oh, baby, are they big enough for you?"
"They're perfect," he reiterated, pinching her nipples and grinning at the resulting gasp. "Do you like how this feels?"
Laura's eyes were closed, "Yesssssss."
He pinched her nipples again, harder this time. "Look at me."
Her eyes opened slightly to meet his gaze.
"Do you like this, babycakes?"
"Yes," she said, keeping her eyes locked on his.
He leaned down to kiss her breasts. "Tell me how much you like it," he said between kisses. His wet lips kissed around her breasts, avoiding her nipples.
"You feel so good, Steve. Sooooo good."
He was inching closer and closer to her right nipple as his hand rubbed her other breast. "What do you want me to do next, my pet?" He pinched her left nipple and her hips thrust up to rub her womanhood against him.
"Unh," she moaned as he pinched again.
"What do you want, Laura?"
Her voice was quiet at first and he couldn't hear her. He pinched again.
"What was that, Sweetums? Say it louder." Pinch.
"I-I want you to suck on my tits, Steve."
He gasped dramatically, shocked by her language. "Laura Lee, you naughty girl… Is that what you want?" Pinch.
"Yes, Steve. Please."
His head shot down and he began to eagerly suck on one breast while his fingers pulled at her other nipple. He moaned loudly as his tongue began to swirl around her tender peak. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Steve. Oh. Oh, yes, Steve! Don't stop."
Her groin began to grind excitedly against his again and he growled at the way she squirmed beneath him. He continued for what seemed like precious hours, hopping from one mound to the other, flicking her nipples with his tongue, sucking hungrily at her aching, swollen rosebuds. He loved hearing moans her and feeling her reactions to his touch. He loved how much she loved this. He never wanted to stop. Then, suddenly, she pushed his head away. No. Oh, God, no, he thought. It's over already? She's stopping now? It can't be over.
But she didn't stop him. He looked down at her with heartbreak all over his face and she realized what he thought was happening. "Steve, that felt so good, but I'm not done with you yet. Take off my thong. Touch me… there."
Upon hearing her request, he instantly relaxed. She wasn't stopping him yet. He knew that this would be the best night of his life, until she really fell in love with him, and he was nowhere near ready for it to end. However, this woman had been teasing him his whole darn life, and he refused to just jump at her demand. He moved his hand to stroke the line where her waist met her thong. As his fingers traced the fabric, he whispered, "Are you sure you're ready for this, my pet?"
"Yes," she answered breathlessly, her hips bucking involuntarily to get his touch to her aching wetness.
He pulled his hand back to prevent her naughty hips from taking this moment from him. "Where do you want me to touch you, Sweetums?"
Her eyes were closed and she was writhing beneath his heavy weight. When did he become such a tease? "Touch my clit."
He grinned wickedly. "You want me to touch your clitoris, Laura Lee Winslow? What else should I do?"
"Finger me," she whispered.
"Look at me, pet."
Her eyes opened and met his again.
"Laura Winslow, what do you really want?"
"I want you to fuck me, Steve." She wasn't used to him having all the power in their relationship, but sometime tonight, he took it from her. She couldn't say she didn't mind, because she definitely did, but more than she minded the shift in their dynamic, she wanted his touch. She was willing to let him tease her tonight, as long as she got what she wanted, and she knew she eventually would.
Steve never realized how much he wanted to hear her use all those filthy words, but he definitely liked it. "Say that again, baby."
She was frustrated, but willing to obey to get him to touch her. "Fuck me, Steve. I want you to fuck me."
To be continued...
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