Maria peeled her uniform off, happy to be rid of the grease-laden outfit. It had been a long day. The customers had been bitching all day, and she had no idea why.

Maybe they felt the weird vibes in the air too.

It was from the newest little "experience" in her life. Her best friend Liz had been shot and saved by an alien. And now she was expected to remain calm about it all. No way in hell that was going to happen.

She opened her locker and pulled her clothes out. Suddenly, she heard the door open. Which door was that? She grabbed her uniform and struggled to put it on. If there was a burglar, there was no way she'd just be standing there in her underwear. She was gonna fight back!

"Stop." She froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She knew that voice. It belonged to the one, the only...

"Michael?" Her voice was too high. Wasn't she stronger than that? She turned around, seeing him in the doorway. It was dark, only a small lamp to provide light, but even in that she could see his sharp profile, his arms, his lips...she shook her head, determined to not be another horny teenager.

It dawned on her that she was standing there in her underwear. And he was staring at her. Oh god, what if aliens could read minds? She started to put the uniform back on, but he spoke again.

"I said, stop. Don't move another inch."

She was officially scared. Was he...? Yes, he was, he was walking towards her. She backed up, the cold metal of her locker causing her to jump. In two footsteps he was pressing her into them yet again. But the metal wasn't so cold anymore...

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice quiet, and very confused. He smirked, and she realized that she should have been scared.

She should have been. He was intimidating her! She was supposed to be reacting. Not just standing there staring at his mouth.

"I need to know if we can trust you."

"Trust me?"

He leaned forward, his mouth next to her ear.

"Can we?"

Her eyes closed. God, his breath was so warm.

His hands had been by her sides, but they didn't stay there. Tracing the curve of her hip with his finger, he rubbed his other hand over her fabric covered bottom. She jumped, unsure of how to react. This was so wrong...she was supposed to be strong. What had her mother told her about saying no?

"No..."

That wasn't right. It had come out as a moan instead of a declaration. But it all felt so good. Why did she have to be so practical?

Suddenly, he hefted her up and deposited her body on the couch. He hovered over her, and seeming to come to a decision, climbed up next to her.

"Close your eyes, Maria." She did as told (she had long since given up rational thought) and waited for anything to happen. What if he killed her or something? She was too young to die.

She felt the cool air before she realized that he had pulled her panties off. Tensing, she gripped the pillow beneath her head. God, did this boy have talented hands or what? They were rough, but the feel of them rubbing against her side...maybe she wasn't too young to die after all.

His lips replaced his hands, and she felt him kiss his way down, to her inner thighs, teasing her.

She gasped when she felt his fingers on her. Maybe he was testing her. He had to have some sort of ulterior motives. Or maybe he was just pure evil.

One finger slipped inside of her, and she cried out. This was so wrong. So strange. But so fucking wonderful.

It had to be a fantasy. This couldn't have been real. It didn't feel real. Another finger joined the first, and then his teeth were there, expertly tugging on her clit. She grabbed his hair, her mouth open in a wordless cry.

There were no words for this.

He seemed to be waiting for something. What did he want from her?

Trust.

She opened her legs wider, and distantly in her mind, she prayed that Liz or her parents didn't come downstairs. She pushed her hips up and forward, trying her best to get him to go deeper.

"Michael...god, Michael." She moaned out his name. She was already so close.

She nearly screamed when he pulled away. He pulled her panties up and kissed the base of her throat. She watched him, stunned, as he got up and walked over to her locker. He grabbed her clothes and handed them to her.

"You better get dressed."

She nodded, and he started to leave.

But before he did, he turned around and looked at her, obvious lust in his eyes.

"Later."