Title: Girl from the North Country: Part II, Next Time
Rating: NC-17 [sex]

Summary: Bobby and Adele's relationship progresses to the next step... on Valentine's weekend, when her parents are gone.



Leaving Minneapolis had never been so difficult before. But then again Bobby never had to leave someone behind. But they promised to remain in touch and to see each other as often as possible. By Thanksgiving, Bobby gave her his jacket and pin. Being hours away from Adele wasn’t easy, but once he was allowed to drive the family car, it became easier. He saw her nearly every weekend, though they had not yet spent the night together. It was coming though, he was certain of it.

Pulling into her driveway, Bobby did not have to wait for longer than a couple of minutes before Adele ran out of the house. She leaned into the driver’s side and kissed him quickly. With a giggle she pulled away and trotted around the car. Once seated next to him, Bobby stole another kiss before backing out of the driveway.

“Bobby,” she turned to him, her large eyes on his.

“I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”

She grinned, “I’ve missed you too. And guess what?”

“What?”

“My parents are going to be away all next weekend. And I’m staying home,” Adele proclaimed. I don’t want to be all alone…”

Bobby eyed her sideways, “Are you inviting me down for the weekend?”

“I am,” she replied.

“I’ll be here.”



Looking into his small bag, Bobby wondered what else he would need for the weekend. He still had not fully explained it to his parents, proclaiming he was just going to head down to look at the campus he would be attending come fall. They had asked a few questions, but after he showed them his bus ticket, the questions stopped. He was forging his own way or something of that matter.

Adele did not really know when or how he would arrive in town, he hadn’t told her that much. Nor had he mentioned to anyone that he was cutting out of school early so that he would be down in Minneapolis to meet Adele as she left school. It was going to be an absolutely perfect weekend. Her parents were gone, celebrating Valentine’s Day elsewhere. They probably had no idea at all that their daughter had plans with him for that weekend. Or maybe they did. Bobby did not know her parents all that well, mainly because she never really allowed him much time around them. They didn’t matter; certainly not that weekend. He was spending all of it just with her.

On the bus ride to Minneapolis, Bobby ran over all sorts of things he could say to her. They had met seven months prior, had been going steady since November. He really didn’t think this was some teenage love affair, not in the least. He felt for her far more strongly than he had any other girl before. He would not have spent all of his money seeing her if that had not been the case. He… he loved her.

When the bus reached the city, Bobby hopped off and instantly went in search of flowers. He found a flower cart about a block from her high school, something he figured spoke in their favor. With a dozen roses clutched in one hand, he rushed down the street, at least as much as he could and still maintain his cool, to wait for her to leave school. Luckily he knew she rode the bus home every day, so Bobby headed to the large yellow school busses awaiting students.

A loud peal of bells erupted, followed by a herd of students a moment later. Pressing up on his toes, Bobby searched the crowd for his girlfriend. His blue eyes lit upon her form coming down the steps of the high school. A moment later she looked in his direction and grinned. She quickly descending the steps and ran towards him. His arms opened and quickly enfolded her, their lips meeting a moment later.

“I didn’t expect to see you until later,” she murmured and kissed him again.

“I couldn’t wait,” Bobby replied before pulling back enough to hand her the flowers.

“Oh, Bobby, they’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” he remarked.

She flushed slightly, “Come on or we’ll miss the bus.”

The couple cuddled and spoke quietly on the bus, though a few times Bobby had to tell others to leave them alone. He didn’t feel the least bit weird riding the bus home with Adele, mainly because he was with Adele. And the bus ride was not long at all. They arrived back at her house within twenty minutes. A few more stolen kisses and she let him into the house, the very empty house.

“What about your brother?” Bobby asked, following her back to her room.

“He’s still at school, not planning on coming home for the weekend. Mainly because I asked him to find something else to do instead of babysitting me like our parents wanted,” she answered, dropping her backpack on the chair in front of her desk.

“So it really is just us?” he dropped his bag next to the door.

Adele turned to him and smiled, “It is. All weekend.”

Bobby quickly gathered her in his arms and kissed her, “I’m not sure I know what to do with so much time with you.”

She giggled, her finger touching his collar, “I can think of a couple of things.”

“Oh?”

“Well first of all, I need to go and put those lovely roses in water. Then I’m sure we can find things to do…”



It had to be the best meal he had ever had. Not that it was anything special, but Adele had cooked it. Hell she could have just served him beans right from the can and he would find it the best meal ever. Because candles were lit and she was wearing a nice dress and they were all alone. She had even broken into her parents’ wine. Oh yes, it was going to be a lovely weekend.

After clearing the table, the young couple sat on the couch in the living room. No lights were on, the candles from dinner nearly burnt out in the adjoining dining room. Only the silvery light of the moon filtered through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the teenagers. Bobby’s arm slipped around her shoulders and he guided her into a kiss. Before long, Adele shifted into his lap, their kisses deepening, his hands wandering.

“Bobby,” she pulled away gently, “wouldn’t we be more comfortable… upstairs?”

“It’s up to you,” he replied.

Adele pulled out of his lap. Her fingers clasped his and pulled him up from the couch. They kissed as he stood before turning to leave the room. She stopped briefly to make certain the candles were out and then lead Bobby up the stairs to her bedroom. Sitting on the pale pink coverlet, she looked up at Bobby. He leaned down and kissed her briefly before sitting next to her. His arm moved to circle about her once again, but she shook her head and pivoted to sit in his lap once more. Their lips met and slowly he laid back, letting her be in control of the situation.

Their kisses remained deep and exploratory. Slowly she began to grind against him, her hands wandering just as his did. His fingers slipped under her soft pink sweater, slowly working towards her bra. His hands slipped over the band and cupped her small breasts. Her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip with his touch. A moment later her sweater was pulled over her head and dropped off the side of the bed.

Rolling her over on the bed, Bobby began to work on her bra while his lips kissed her skin. Her fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head a moment before he unfastened her bra. The two wasted little time removing the rest of each other’s clothing.

Stretching out on her back, the blankets pulled from her bed, Adele looked expectantly up at Bobby. She knew he was experienced, he knew she was not. But she could not think of anyone more perfect for her first time. He never treated her as anything less than a princess. This would be no different.

Bobby settled between her legs and kissed her. His hands caressed and fondled her breasts before moving lower to hold her legs open. Ever so slowly he pushed in until he met resistance. Adele mewled softly, shifting underneath him. Kissing her, he pulled back, but did not completely withdraw.

“I love you, Adele,” he muttered.

“Oh Bobby,” her eyes went to his, “I love you too.”

His mouth pressed against hers once more and he quickly pressed forward. She cried out in pain, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Bobby remained stationary, buried in her body, letting her adjust to the invasion.

“I love you,” he repeated and kissed her softly.

Though he withdrew slowly, their sexing was not slow and languid. Instead their bodies slapped together quickly, his orgasm building rapidly. Neither even considered his pulling out instead of emptying into her. He grunted with his plateau, a bit aware that she had not cried out in ecstasy or really in pleasure at all. But that thought was quickly shot out as his body tensed and quickly released.

Bobby rolled off of her a minute later. Lying on his back, his eyes closed, he attempted to catch his breath. Adele remained just as he left her, legs spread wide, slight sheen on her body. Feeling a dribble between her legs, she reached down and touched it, a bit ashamed to be touching herself as she was taught that was sinful. Lifting her fingers up into the moonlight, she frowned at the deep red stain. No one had told her sex would hurt so much, would make her bleed. Sex was not wor—

“Adele?” Bobby breathed, rolling towards her. “Are you okay?”

“It hurt. And I’m bleeding,” she admitted softly.

He kissed her softly, “Next time will be better. I promise.”

“I don’t know that there will be a next time,” Adele stated.

Bobby kissed her again, “That’s okay too. It’s completely up to you.”