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Lessons	By : Poppets Category: M through R > Roswell Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lesson 2: Michael needs help. Liz is happy to assist.

"You don't know how to bowl?" Liz exclaimed.
Michael glowered at her. "Keep it down. I have a reputation to protect."
Liz dissolved into giggles at the thought of bad-ass alien Michael not being able to bowl and actually admitting to it. "So, why did you come to me?" She managed to ask once she'd calmed down.
"Well after your cooking lesson," he smirked as colour flooded her cheeks, "I figure you owe me one. What do you say?"
"Alright, I'll help." Then something struck her, "Wait a minute, I've seen you bowl before, and sure your style was weird, but you were winning."
Michael looked sheepish. "Oh, yeah, that. Well, uh, I kind of used a bit of alien mojo to make sure my ball knocked over all the pins."
"Cheating, Michael? That's terrible." Liz chuckled. "But don't worry, I'll help you. When do we start?"
"I'm not going there when there are other people around. I was thinking of breaking in tonight."
Liz swallowed the laughter that was threatening to explode from her. She shook her head; Michael would always be Michael.
"How about something a little less illegal."
"Like what?"
"Well, because this is Roswell, and therefore the bowling alley is dead on weekdays, you can hire the entire place out for yourself. And don't worry, there won't be any staff there either."
"Oh, just the two of us. I wonder what extracurricular activities we can get up to?"
Liz punched Michael in the arm. "So not going to happen. Now get your ass back to work, your break is over."
"Yes, ma'am," he saluted, hightailing it back to the kitchen.
"Tomorrow should be interesting," Liz mumbled to herself as she went back to serving customers.
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"They actually gave you the key?"
"Yeah, of course. They've known me for years and I know how to turn everything on, so we'll have the place to ourselves so you don't get embarrassed." Liz grinned as she unlocked the door and let them into the deserted bowling alley.
After flicking on a few switches she grabbed them each a pair of shoes and led Michael to one lane.
"Grab yourself a ball, not too heavy, not too light." Liz said as she picked up two up for herself. She found that it was always good to have two, that way you didn't have to wait so long.
When he came back, she said, "Show me how you hold it."
Michael grabbed the ball, pushing his thumb and first two fingers into the holes.
"No, no, no," she said. "You're thumb is right, but use your middle two fingers. When you release the ball, have your palm facing forward. Now, give it a shot."
She cringed when the ball hit the lane with a loud thud and veered into the gutter.
"Umm, let go of the ball a little earlier, you don't have to throw it."
He tried again, but with the same result as before.
"Why don't you watch me and try to copy what I do."
"Ok."
Liz picked up her ball and stepped into position. With a few quick steps she released the ball, sending it straight down the middle, knocking over all the pins.
She spun back to face Michael. "So, do you think you can copy that?"
His eyes darted up to hers. He'd been much too entranced with watching her arse. "Huh, what?"
"Ok, new plan." She grabbed her ball and stepped back into position. "Come here. Wrap your arms around me and follow what I do."
"Umm, okay." Michael gulped, following her instructions. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand coming to rest on hers, holding the ball. He carefully kept their lower bodies separate, he didn't want her to feel his erection.
"You have to be closer or you won't be able to follow my movements," she said, jerking him fully against her. She gasped when she felt his erection pressed against her bottom, but she determinedly ignored it.
"Ok," she swallowed hard. "Just follow my actions," she said, leading him through the motions.
"Like this?" His breath whispered against her cheek.
"Uh, yeah. And, umm, when we let go of the ball, aim for that arrow in the centre."
"Okay."
As one, they released the ball, watching as it knocked over all the pins.
"See, it's not so hard. Umm, try it by yourself this time," she quickly distanced herself from him.
He grabbed his ball and waited for all the pins to be set up again. Following the movements she had just shown him, he released the ball, watching as it rolled straight down the centre and took out all the pins.
"Yes," he shouted, pumping his fist into the air. "I did it."
Spinning around, he picked Liz up out of her seat and twirled her happily around. And then he did something he had wanted to do all day; he kissed her, pulling her body closer to his.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back, her tongue diving inside his mouth to tangle with his.
He groaned and quickly stripped her of her top, yanking his own over his head. His mouth came back down on hers as he caressed her breasts and lowered her to the floor.
Liz pushed him onto his back and straddled his legs as her deft hands undid his pants, pushing them down far enough to free his aching erection. Shucking her own pants and panties, she climbed astride him and sank down, taking him deep inside her.
She started to move and Michael's hands came up to grasp her hips but she batted them away, riding him at a torturously slow pace.
"Oh, god. Please, Liz, faster."
Liz relented, raising up and slamming back down on him hard and fast.
She could feel him getting close and let herself go, flying over the edge as he came, bucking up into her harshly.
She collapsed onto his chest, not having the energy or the desire to get up.
"Do you think you can play without cheating now?" She murmured as she placed light kisses on his chest.
"I think so. I did have a very good teacher." He grinned wickedly at her. "But I'm sure a few more lessons wouldn't hurt."
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