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              I lead her to my bedroom because it’s the only place that isn’t crawling with people. I shut the door and lead her to my futon bed. As she sits down, I put on a new band’s demo as background noise. She looks so damn nervous. I’d do anything to get her to relax.

              I collapse beside her leaning back as far as I can go while staying as close as I can to her. She smells like apples and vanilla. Her scent is so intoxicating it is making my dick hard. My hand involuntarily reaches out and touches the waves of reddish-brown locks, cupping her head and pulling her back towards me. I think I hear her moan.

              We are now eye to eye and our faces our inches away from each other. Without thinking, I assault her mouth. My hand finds her waist and I use it as an anchor to hoist myself on top of her. She opens for me and my hips meet her pelvic region. Since my dick has a mind of its own, it immediately starts to seek its target by making my hips move as I kiss her. I slowly plant kisses down her neck, sucking and biting as go. Raw, guttural moans escape her mouth as I work down towards her chest.

              “Ah...Josh,” she moans. Bree pulls the trigger and now I’m toast. Hearing her moan my name propels me to a point of no return.

              I work my way back up her neck and she pulls my head towards her mouth. Our tongues entwine feeling every part of each other’s mouth. I pull away breathlessly, “Fuck.” Then, I dive right back in to where I was before.

              My dick is frantically seeking an entrance and I no longer have control. I’m pumping myself against her surprised by the pleasure I am getting out of this. I feel her hands on my back end pulling me towards her with each thrust. Her pants are short between kissing my mouth and sucking on my lip ring.

              “Don’t stop. Please...” And...I’m back to being a 15 year old kid again. I feel the pressure of the heat rise and rise until I can’t take it any longer. I’m holding off as much as I can so I don’t humiliate myself in front of this girl.

              My hand slides up from her waist to the side of her breast. Slowly, I move my hand over her breast using my fingers to roll her nipple through her shirt. A pleasurable cry rips through her and she begins to rub herself up against me out of frantic need.

              “God, you feel so fucking good,” I tell her.

              “Josh, I- I need...” I cut her off. I know what she needs. She needs a release, as do I. Thank fucking God her pants are as thin as they are because I’m about to revert to my sophomore year dry humping education. “I know, baby. I know.”

              I ram my hard cock repeatedly in the same sweet spot on her body over and over again until she finally explodes all around me while she claws at my back. “Josh!”

              Hearing her scream my name in pure climatic ecstasy is the sweetest sound I have ever heard. After a few hard pumps my dick grinds in to her, I finally release my own climax. “Fuck. Fuck.” I breathed in to her neck.

              We both lie there for a few minutes trying to grasp exactly what happened. I lie on her chest with my face in the crook of her neck sucking in the scent of apples mixed with sweat.

              I pick my head up to look at her. Her eyes are closed and her face is flushed. “You okay?”

              She opens her eyes and puts her hand over them. I think she is embarrassed. Why...I don’t know. We just shared an amazing experience together. “I’m okay. I can’t believe I just did that. I barely know you.”

              My intentions were pure when I led her to my room. Seeing her on my bed just made me go insane. But, I have no regrets. What we did was that fucking awesome. And we did it with clothes on.

              I cup her face and kiss her ever so lightly. Our foreheads touch in a sweet connection. She whispers, “I lose my mind when I’m around you.”

              “That’s a bad thing?”

              “I haven’t decided yet,” she admits.

              I roll off of her setting my feet on the ground. “Stay here. I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”

BREE

              I use the time Josh gives me, while he cleanses himself up, to quiet my mind. I fix myself up a bit so at least it doesn’t look like I have just been dry fucked. Sweet Jesus, it was the most pleasurable experience I have ever had. Sure, I have had brought myself to an orgasm before. But, this was different. Josh had given me my first orgasm that included another person. The experience has left me vulnerable and yearning for more.

              He walks back in to his room and lies next to me. He runs his fingers through his hair. I wish he would say something. Anything. His hands reach for my face to pull me closer. His lips brush mine and I want to get carried away again. He pulls away and gives me his boyish grin. “This is scary, huh?”

              “What’s scary?” I ask.

              “You...me. It’s like I’ve known you my whole life but I don’t know you at all. I mean...I know you’re name. I know you just moved across the street from me. I know you write articles about indie bands. But, I don’t know you. Yet, when I touch you...look at you...kiss you...it feels like home.” I know what he is talking about. I feel it. It’s just too damn hard to admit it. Instead of responding, I lie still and listen.

              “Do you have any regrets about what we did?”

              I don’t. Not one regret. “No.”

              “Then, talk to me. You’re freaking me out.” I bring myself closer to curl in to his arms.

              “This is new for me,” I start. “I-um, gosh how do I say this? I-never had an orgasm with a guy”

              His eyes go wide. “Shit. You’re a lesbian? Bi?”

              I start to laugh. “No...not at all. That’s not what I meant. I meant-this is so embarrassing...I have never had one with anyone but myself. You are the first.”

              “Oh.” He looks surprised but within a second he relaxes. “You’re not a...”

              “Virgin? No. I’ve done it before. It’s just my last relationship was my only relationship and it was complicated,” I offer.

              “Complicated.” It was more of a statement than a question.

              “Yes. Complicated. I don’t know if I really want to get in to this tonight. But, he wasn’t concerned about whether or not I was having a good time.” I want to change the subject badly. I don’t know how much of myself I want to share with Josh.

              Josh takes the hint. “Kay. But, if we are going to start something, promise me that you will tell me about your complication sometime. And...if you ever feel like you are not having
fun
with me. Tell me.”

              The thought of starting something...whatever it may be...with Josh excites me. Judging from my experience tonight, I doubt I will be bored in bed with Josh. We haven’t even had flesh on flesh contact yet and I’m already exploding all over.  “I will. Just not tonight.” I pause to kiss him. He groans in to my mouth. “I better get going. Sofie is leaving in the morning.”

              Josh snuggles in to me and pulls me as close as he can. “Stay with me. I just want to hold you tonight. Please.”

              I pull away to look at him. Curse those green eyes. They bore in to me and I can’t...won’t resist him.

~CHAPTER FOUR~

              I wake to a bejeweled arm draped over my body. My body feels alive. For the first time, in years, I’m truly happy. I turn my body so I can face Josh. Josh doesn’t even stir while I make my adjustment. He looks so damn peaceful. His face looks a lot younger as he sleeps. He begins to stir. I become a little self-conscious of my bed head and morning breath. I carefully get up from the bed and make my way down the hallway to the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth with my finger and use the mouthwash that is sitting on the sink. I also borrow a brush to get the tangles out of my hair. Hoping Josh still is not awake, I scurry back to his bed.

              Clearly, he is a deep sleeper. I wonder if I should sneak home to avoid any awkwardness. But then I feel him pulling me in. I rest my head on his chest and allow his breathing to lull me back to a relaxed state. “You awake?” I whisper.

              “No. Go back to bed,” he croaks.

              “If you are not awake then how are you talking?’ I ask.

              He grins but his eyes are still closed. “I talk in my sleep.”

              I take a pillow and hit him with it. “Fine. I’m awake!” he yells.

              He whispers in my ear, “ I could get used to this.” I know exactly what he means. But, it’s beyond scary to think that way so soon.

              Hating to be the party pooper, I begin to tell him that I have to go. He snuggles close to me and kisses my head. “Don’t. Not yet.”

              “Sofie is leaving and I need to say goodbye.”

              He sighs but lets me up. “Before you go, tell me about Sofie. She’s your best friend, right?”

              Try only friend. If that’s what you want to call it. Sofie is the only one who has stuck around. “Something like that.”

              “She doesn’t seem to dig what is going on between you and me.”

              “I don’t need Sofie’s approval.”

              “Good to know that’s not going to be a problem. I was worried about that,” Josh admits.

              “You are worried that Sofie doesn’t like you?”

              “It’s pretty damn clear she doesn’t like me. But, if we are being honest...I could give a fuck if she doesn’t like me. All that I do care about is if you like me. That’s it.”

              “I like you,” I blurt out. Gosh, that sounds geeky.

              He chuckles and briefly kisses my lips. “Let’s get you home.”

              We walk together, down the hallway and enter his living room. To my surprise, the place looks decent considering the amount of people that crawled through it last night. Eric is semi-awake on the couch. He looks at me and then to Josh and smirks. “You kids behave yourselves last night?”

              Josh finds an empty red cup and chucks it at Eric hitting him in the forehead. “Douche.” Eric laughs rubbing his head at the same time.

              “Where’s the pixie you were hung up on last night? Let me guess...your beer goggles fell off and you realized she was really a fuckin’ troll.”

              Eric continues to smirk not even flinching at the insult. “I lost her. I guess,” he laughs and picks his shirt up to scratch his stomach. I was wrong about his lack of body art. A quote by Bob Marley stretches across his stomach. It reads, ‘One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.’ It takes my breath away. I lived by this quote the last few years. It is like the universe is throwing a neon sign at me begging me to pay attention.

              I point to Eric’s ink. “Isn’t that the truth?”

              Suddenly attentive, he looks down. “Sure is. Do we have something in common?”

              “Nothing worth mentioning right now,” I answer peeking over at Josh who is studying the interaction between Eric and me.

              “I’m a good listener. And...I have plenty stories to tell about my abuse. I’m not afraid to share when you are ready.”

              I nod and look down at my feet avoiding any kind of acknowledgement of my own mistreatment. I think Josh finally gets it. His expression is volatile and he is clenching his hands in to fists. Finding out I was battered this way was not how I imagined telling him.  “This is the about the complication you were talking about earlier. Right?”

              “Josh, some other time. Kay?”

              Eric picks up on my clandestine ticks and decides to help me out. He smiles softly, nods and swallows the lump down in his throat. “Sorry to change the subject but that chick you were with stopped by this morning.  She wanted me to give this to you.”

              I reach out to take the note and open it to read it:

                           
Dear Bree:

                            While you were whoring around with that loser, I cleaned your kitchen and guest room. You are welcome.

              I cannot believe you spent the night with a stranger. He is disgusting. How can you possibly think he could be good for you? It’s so sad that you stooped that low. Gross.

              I know you and Nick had some issues. But, I actually get why he got so mad at you all of the time. He was giving you this beautiful life. You didn’t want for anything. All you had to do was conduct yourself accordingly. I can see now that it was you making him do those awful things to you. After spending so much time with you these last few months, I get why he was frustrated to the point where he became violent.

              Nick, simply, did not have the right woman. I can be that woman. I will be that woman.

My plan is to let him in on your wild escapade as soon as I return home. I am sure he is still reeling from the restraining order you had put against him plus the anger management courses he is still attending. This will push him right in to my arms.

              Goodbye Bree. Good luck with that scumbag you are shacking up with.

Sofie

             
A single tear slips from my eye while I remain silent. My heart breaks. I just lost the only friend I had left. I walk to Josh’s front door. He grabs my arm, “Let me read it.”

              “No.”

              “Bree, are we really going to start off with all of these secrets and walls? Let me read it.”

              “Fine. But I don’t want you to read it because of the things she says about you. I could care less what she says about me.”

              “I’m a big boy.” He takes the note from my hand. As he reads it, his eyes widen. I can’t imagine what is going through his head.