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Contains ADULT CONTENT

Olive's hips dug into his, backing him against the wall. However small she was, Ned felt like his entire body was covered by hers. Her small frame fit so perfectly next to his. He wondered for a brief second if Chuck would also feel so wonderful, assuming instantly that she would. Olive's hands reached for his, moving them around her back and over her firm buttocks. Ned tingled, embarrassed but aroused at the feeling. Her lips found his and they kissed, Ned's hands hungrily gripping her rump. His fingers slid down the soft fabric of her dress, the tips meeting the back of her thighs. Slowly he inched his way up her dress, delighted to find her not wearing panties.

She looked at him, her eyes soft with desire. Her face communicated her longing, and Ned couldn't help but oblige. Taking her buttocks in his hands, he eased her up onto him until she was wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck. He couldn't help but steal a glance at her full chest, which was now so deliciously close to his mouth. As if in his thoughts, she slowly began to unbutton the top of her dress. It was not long before her black bra was exposed before him, and he eagerly caressed her cleavage, his other arm supporting her.

Her head fell back as he moved his lips to her chest, kissing lightly at her collarbone, shoulders and neck. His hands slid the blasted material of her dress off her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare, save her bra. Olive whimpered lightly as his kisses made sure every inch of her exposed chest was covered. He tasted her skin, sweet and salty, as his tongue traced her collarbone. His fingers slid under the wire of her bra, grazing gently at a hard nipple. Olive lifted her head, running her fingers through Ned's hair as she kissed him again. Her fingers absently moved to his black shirt, slowly unbuttoning.

"Mmff," Ned grunted, catching sight of the clock on the wall.

Olive pulled away. "What?" She whispered, looking towards the kitchen door with apprehension.

"We should stop," Ned sighed, knowing the hardening lump in his pants was not going to be happy. "It's almost opening time."

Olive blinked, averting her eyes and nodding. Ned lowered her to the floor, giving her one last peck on the forehead and his trademark crooked smile before turning around to fix himself. Olive too buttoned her dress back up and finger-combed her hair. Ned turned to face her.

"How do I look?" He inquired.

Olive smiled and shrugged, loving the serious look on the Pie Maker's face. "Fine, except…" she stepped closer, lifting his white apron a bit. "Unless you keep your rolling pin in your pants, this might prompt a few questions."

Ned flushed, smiling innocently and shaking his head. "You can't see it with the apron down…"

"No," Olive said, pushing up against him again. "But I still know it's there."

Ned reluctantly shied away from her, reaching for a broom to begin tidying the kitchen. Olive watched with a seductive smile, then left to set up the dining room. Ned finished the sweeping and put away the broom. Glancing uneasily at the clock, he calculated it wouldn't be long before Chuck arrived. Patting down his apron and once again straightening his shirt, the Pie Maker followed Olive out of the kitchen, his golden retriever Digby in tow.

From behind the partially shut door of the pantry, Charlotte "Chuck" Charles watched with astonishment. Torn between feelings of anger, horror and arousal, the girl called Chuck had to sit down on the hard floor to contemplate what she had just seen. A part of her hated Olive Snook with all her might, wanting nothing more than to scream at her. But another part of her was deeply aroused by what she witnessed. Never figuring she had a taste for voyeurism, she was surprised at just how titillated she had become peeking out at her boyfriend and best friend from behind the pantry door.

She stood slowly, wondering how she would confront them about this. Maybe she wouldn't. After all, she didn't know how long it had been going on… and although they denied it, maybe Olive and Ned had something important before she was back in his life. Wouldn't that then make her the intruder? Too confused to ponder further, Chuck stepped out from the pantry, hoping she could make it out the back door and around the Pie Hole without being seen.

TBC