Saturday, February 7, 2009

one shot

It was the day before Brendon was due to leave for summer camp. Not as a camper but as a high ranking counsler. Jon sort of thought the whole idea of his seventeen year old boyfriend spending a good amount of the summer out in the wood's teaching little kids to play insturments and swimming in lakes was a stupid idea. But Brendon was exceptionally excited about it all and Jon, well, he could never be upset when Brendon was grinning like that.

So, it was the day before he was leaving and the two of them were spending that time together, making out on Jon's bed because hell, it would be a whole two and a half months before he got any again.

Brendon was wearing his little counslers outfit, mostly the outfit consisted of a white t-shirt (that Brendon had order a size too small, just so it would be tight) with a picture of a pine tree on it and a pair of dark green shorts that were fairly short and made Brendon's already gorgeous ass look absolutely perfect and a shiny silver whistle that Brendon's been coveting for the last three summers.

He and Brendon were making out, Brendon pressed tight against Jon's side. Jon's shirt was off, Brendon's hands wandering his tanned skin, tanned from all the beach outings the two of them had taken in the past week. They were making out, hot and wet, soft, nearly pornographic noises emitting between them. Jon fingers were on Brendon's jaw, his neck, flittering under his shirt and gently tweaking pink nipples.

The two boys broke apart, Brendon pulling back with dark eyes, pupils blown and he reaches down to tug at his shirt. Jon reaches out and stops the boy, Brendon looks confused and Jon grins. "No, leave it on." Jon tells his younger lover and Brendon nods and grins, moving back to kiss Jon again.

Brendon moves up to straddle Jon's waist, the older boy already straining hard in his track pants. Brendon was hard too, the shorts doing nothing to hide the very visible erection he has. Jon spreads his legs a bit, allowing Brendon to get a better position. Their hard cocks rub together through the fabric of their pants and Brendon pulls away, shivering and gasps lightly.

"You're gonna fuck me right?" Brendon breaths out as he grinds down against Jon, dry humping him. Jon tilts his head back and groans.

"Yeah, yeah, just get on your knees." Jon orders and Brendon is off him quickly and on his hands and knees, his ass towards Jon and his dark head bowed. The older boy moves to the edge of the bed, pulling open the brown nightstand drawer. Jon shifts around and grabs some things out before returning back to Brendon.

Brendon is shivering, waiting for Jon to return to him. Jon does and eases one hand up the younger boy's back, pushing warm hands up under his shirt, rubbing his back. "Jon, please, come on." Brendon pants out.

"Patience is a virtue baby." Jon replies and he leans down and kisses the small of Brendon's back as he pulls the boy's shorts down to his knees. Brendon's open and exposed for his boyfriend, head still bowed and back arched. Jon opens the lube, runs one hand along Brendon's magnificent ass. His other hand pops open the little bottle of lube and he pours it out on to his fingers, slicking them up.

Jon pushes Brendon's legs open a little wider. His hand rubs Brendon's back again as his thick lubed fingers press against the younger boy's enterance. Brendon groans and his shoulders shake a bit. Jon presses inside, stretching the boy's tight hot hole. Jon adds another finger, Brendon can take it, another too and he's moving them and curling, Brendon pushing back against his fingers, wanting more, wanting Jon's cock.

When he feels like his boyfriend is ready Jon pulls his fingers away and Brendon groans in disapproval. "Patience." Jon reminds the boy and Brendon gives a breathy laugh, one that makes Jon's dick twitch. The older boy swiftly undresses and undoes a condom, rolling it down his aching hard cock. Brendon always serves to make him so turned on. He drives Jon wild and he's not quite sure how he's going to maintain his sanity with his boyfriend gone.

"Ready Bren?" Jon whispers his hands coming to stroke at Brendon's hips. The boy nods and that's all Jon needs. He uses one hand to guide himself into Brendon's hot tight ass, the younger boy groaning at the stretch of Jon's thick cock. Jon's hands slide to Brendon's hips, gripping tight because he knows the boy likes it.

Jon pushes in hard making Brendon moan out loud and making Jon extreamly thankful that his parents and brothers are out for the day. "Jon, don't go slow...I want it fast..hard." Brendon moans, his arms dropping down on the bed along with his head, leaving his ass high in the air for Jon to use. Jon huffs out a laugh.

"Don't want to cherish it baby?" Jon grunts as he pulls out and thrusts back in, harder than the first time and the noise of Jon's hips hitting Brendon's ass fill the air. He doesn't actually expect an anwser from Brendon, he's way too wrapped up in giving the boy exactly what he asked for. Jon hands are tight on the younger boy's hips as he fucks him hard and deep.

"No, I-I want it hard so, so I can feel it...feel you after I'm gone." Brendon moans out and the sounds fuck, the sounds would be enough to get Jon off but what Brendon is saying is sinking in and fuck, the thought that Brendon wants his brains fucked out so he can feel the sore burn of when Jon took him, while he's at camp, fuck, that's almost enough to make Jon come on the spot.

Jon fucks Brendon rough and deep, hips slamming against his ass and Brendon's hand's are fisting Jon's comforter, his face pressed against the blanket and he's making the most beautiful noises, moans and gasps and a half scream when Jon hits that special spot inside the younger boy.

Brendon props himself up a bit and Jon can see the slight movements of his shoulder, he's jerking himself off. Jon leans forward, curling his body over his boyfriends, his hand knocking Brendon's away as Jon wraps his own hand around Brendon's leaking cock. Jon wraps his other hand around Brendon's chest, pulling the younger boy back and up so that they were upright, Brendon's back against Jon's chest.

Jon's hips pressed forward as he pulls Brendon back, Brendon screwing his hips in a circle. The boy tipped his head back against the older boy's shoulder, gasping and moaning for more. "Fuck, Bren." Jon breathes out, tipping his head forward and biting at the soft pale skin on Brendon's shoulder.

Brendon twists his head back so he can get at Jon's lips. They kiss wet and sloppy, their teeth bumping and tongues tangling together wet. They break apart and their breath mingles together, Brendon's eyes locked on the older boy's. Jon thrusts paticularly hard, hitting that sweet spot inside Brendon once again. Brendon's brown eyes slip closed and he groans, the pale line of his throat taut and Jon wants to bite at the pale skin.

Jon's still jerking Brendon, fast as the boy fucks the tight circle of Jon's hand. "Jon, Jon, baby..I'm close." Brendon cries out, his words damp against Jon's skin. Jon moves and kisses Brendon's temple, licks at the shell of his ear. Of course he's fucking close, they had just fucked that morning too and they're teenagers, it's not exactly a winning combination but Jon doesn't really care.

He bends Brendon forward again, back on to his hands and knees, Jon curled tight around his back. Jon fucks him harder, determined to hit that spot as many times as he can before Brendon comes, sort of like a challenge for himself. He gets to nine, he thinks, it's kind of hard to focus when you've got Brendon Urie clenching around your cock like it's what he was born to do. Brendon comes hard with a yell, staining Jon's fingers white.

Brendon slumps forward but Jon moves his hands back to the boy's hips, keeping his ass up and tilted slightly so he can thrust fast and hard. Brendon is still groaning and the older boy knows he's giving him exactly what he wants, the feeling of Jon's cock in him, how it will last and he will feel it every time he walks for the next two days.

It doesn't take long for Jon to come, thrusting, once, twice then freezing deep inside his younger boyfriend.

afterwards he pulls out and sinks down next to Brendon, the younger boy leaning forward to dispose of the used condom. Brendon crawls back into Jon's arms and the older boy wraps around him protectively.

Jon can't quite fathom how by this time tomorrow Brendon will be in a different state sleeping in the woods and probably bugging all the other camp counslers. At least Jon can trust the fact that maybe Patrick will keep him inline.

"You could come to camp with me." Brendon starts and Jon looks over at him with lazy eyes. Brendon's hair is all messed up and his cheeks are flushed and he definitly looks like he just got a good fuck, which is a good look for him in Jon's opinion. "I'll hide you in my suitcase." Brendon adds, his fingers drawing invisible patterns on Jon's damp skin. Jon laughs, indulging in Brendon's innocent little fantasy.

"So, you'll have a Jon Walker shaped suitcase? I think your mom would get suspicious."

"A Jon Walker shaped suitcase is the best kind of suitcase." Brendon tells him "Hey, I got come on my shirt..." Brendon adds weakly, he looks down at his sweat damp camp counsler shirt with a wrinkled nose. Jon laughs.

"It's your own come." He offers as if that makes the situation any better. Brendon pushes at him slightly.

"It's your fault for being a dirty pervert." Brendon mumbles against the skin of Jon's shoulder.

"Okay, I'll wash it for you later, how does that sound?" Jon suggests and Brendon nods sleepily before pulling off his dirty t-shirt and tossing it on Jon's floor. Jon reaches down and tugs Brendon's dark green shorts up his hips. Jon pulls his own boxers back on, just in case someone decides to come into the room.

Brendon yawns and drops down on Jon's chest, his deep brown eyes closed. Jon grins and eyes the clock, it's late but not too late and his family shouldn't be home for awhile, they probably have time for a after sex nap.

Jon tilts his head and kisses Brendon on his forehead, closing his own eyes and wrapping his arms around Brendon, warmth spreading all along his body.





"How creepy would it have been if we had asked for pics with them?" Cassie mutters as she and Krissy trudge up a large hill, heading to the bus station. Krissy glances at the dark haired girl smirking.

"I was thinking the same thing."

"No one is going to believe us you know?" Cassie tells her as the two of them stop at a corner, morning traffic whizzing by.

"I know but at least we know it happened." Krissy says and Cassie nods, leaning against the wall they're standing by before she slips off her slightly wedged flats, holding them in her hands. Krissy gives her a funny look but she just shrugs.

"I moshed and walked across half the city in these shoes. My feet are killing me." She reasons and Krissy laughs.

"You're gonna step on something really sick I bet."

"Then you should give me a piggyback ride." Cassie suggests and Krissy laughs and pats her friend on the shoulder.

"Keep on dreaming baby." Krissy replies and Cassie pouts but the light changes and they keep on moving intent on getting to the station to go home.
*
"I thought you said that Ryan was going to kill me for keeping us out so long." Brendon points out, poking his older friend in his side as they try to find the spot they began the night at. "And now you wanna keep us out longer?" Jon looks over at him and nods.

"He can't kill the both of us. Not unless Ryan and Spencer want to become a duo." Jon says and Brendon laughs, nodding. "Besides somethings are worth getting killed over." He adds and Brendon peers at him with a knowing smile.

"Are you gonna call her or are we just gonna wander around in the hopes of lightning striking twice?" Brendon asks and Jon looks over at him as he pulls out his phone.
*
"My feet are cold." Cassie complains, Krissy rolls her eyes.

"That's why shoes belong on feet." Krissy laughs as Cassie rolls her eyes. Suddenly the two girls hear Cassie's cell phone blaring out the song she had recorder earlier that night at the Thursday's Stray Survivors show. The two girl's stop as Cassie fishes her cell out of her jeans pocket.

"It's probably Jenny wondering why the hell we didn't call her when we got back." Cassie jokes. Krissy watches as Cassie takes out her cell phone and stares at the number. "I don't know this number.." The older girl says. Krissy's snaps up the cell phone, not allowing her hopes to get too high and eyes the number. "Who is it?" Cassie asks as Krissy's eyes widen drastically.

"It's...Jon."

"No fucking way!" Cassie almost shouts, earning odd stares from some people on their way to work. Krissy nods feverantly, the phone vibrating in her hand.

"It is! Here, anwser it." Krissy says pushing the cell back to Cassie. The older girl looks slightly panicked. Talking to Jon face to face was one thing, talking on the phone was a whole other ball park. "I..What am I supposed to say? I...-" Cassie's panicking so Krissy reaches over and hits the anwser button. "Hello?" Cassie mutters out, voice a little too high. She's looking at Krissy with a mix of gratefulness that she actually anwsered the phone and annoyance that she was caught off guard.

"I..yeah, this is her. Yeah, I remember you." Cassie laughs a bit, if only he knew that she would never be able to forget about him. "No, we're not home yet...Where are we?" Cassie and Krissy look around attempting to find a street sign. "Um...Fourth street..what? I..yeah, we will...yes, tell Brendon I promise. Okay, bye." Cassie hung up the phone, grinning like a mad man and Krissy was just standing there, dying to know what their conversation was about.

"New rule, when Panic At The Disco members call us, we put it on speaker phone." Krissy says and it snaps Cassie out of her giddy little, 'I-Just-Talked-To-Jon-Walker' spell. "What did he say?" She asks. Cassie lifts her head and she's still smiling.

"Well, he asked if we were home yet and he wanted to know what street we were on and he told us to stay here."

"Okay..but why?"

"Because Jon and Brendon are coming to us." Cassie is smiling and laughing and acting giddy in general. Krissy is floored, she thought that this whole thing was over but now, now they were coming back and she could see Brendon again. The only downside to this entire thing was that it was already five-thirty in the morning. The next bus left at six and after that one the next didn't leave until ten. But maybe it would be worth it if they could hang around the city with Jon and Brendon.

*
"So, they're staying put?" Brendon asks and Jon nods.

"Cassie promised." Brendon see's the way Jon gets a smile on his face when he talks about the girl he had met that night.

"Jwalk's got a crush!" Brendon singsongs, poking Jon again. Jon grumbles, swatting the younger boy's hands away. The two of them had luckily found a man who was selling maps on the corner a couple of streets back. Brendon currently had said map and was trailing the little lines trying to find fourth street where the two girl's were currently waiting for them.

"Do you know where we're going?" Jon asks, Brendon looks away from the map for a moment before he nods.

"Yeah, sure I do. I'm a friggen genius with the maps, didn't you know?"

Jon's thinking that maybe he should be the one to handle the map.

Fifteen minutes later the two of them realized that they were only about a block away from where the girl's said they would be. Brendon, way too excited about the prospects of seeing Krissy again, ran off ahead of Jon, the older boy not even trying to stop him. Jon couldn't deny that he too was pretty excited to see Cassie again.
*
"Think they got lost?" Krissy asks, Cassie shrugs from her spot on the cement stairs. She had long since taken to sitting down, shoes still off her feet.

"Think I should call him to make sure they're still coming?" The dark haired girl asks, her head between her knees and her hand brushing through her hair. Krissy nods almost afraid that the two boys calling had all been some big joke and that now the two of them would be stuck in the city until ten in the morning. Cassie flips open her phone and dials Jon's number.

"I'm not getting reception here...I'm just gonna." Cassie says motioning down the sidewalk, Krissy nodding and staying put. The older girl moves down the sidewalk, phone to her ear, she's not really watching where she's going, a big mistake in a city like this. Suddenly Cassie is crashing into another person, that person much more solid than Cassie is causing her to go tumbling to the cold sidewalk.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" She hears a very familar voice say. Cassie looks up to see Jon standing above her, looking down worried.

"Jon." Cassie says surprised, snapping her cell shut.

"Cassie? Well, at least I know we're in the right place." He says as he drops down and offers her his hand. She allows him to pull her up, their warm hands intertwining for the second time that night. "Are you okay?" He asks, his hand coming up to push away the wave of hair that had fallen into her face. Cassie nods.

"I'm fine, really."

"Are uh..are those your shoes?" Jon asks pointing to where her pair of wedged flats are laying on the sidewalk.

"Um..yes." She blushes through her anwser.

"Holy shit I knocked you down hard enough for you to lose your shoes?" Jon asks sounding worried. Cassie laughs.

"No, I wasn't wearing them."

"Oh?" Jon asks sounding amused.

"Our little trek around the city, kinda killed my feet." She tells him.

"Oh," Jon says again and he's slipping away from her, moving to pick up her shoes. "So, it's my fault that you're running around the city shoeless." He says as he picks up her flats for her, before turning around and handing them back to the younger girl.

"Yeah, I think you kinda owe me." She teases as she takes her shoes from him. Jon laughs.

"Fine," He starts, turning so his back is facing the girl. "Hop on."

*
Krissy was maybe worrying a bit when Cassie didn't return right away. Hoping that the girl didn't get seperated from her again, Krissy headed down the sidewalk too. The blonde girl passed by an opening between a building when someone jumped out in front of her. Krissy's first instinct being to repeatedly hit the offender with her heavy purse until she could get away.

"Ow! I leave you for an hour and you already forget about me? I'm hurt Krissy." The girl heard a familar voice issue out. She opens her eyes and sees Brendon Urie standing there, hands up to defend himself from her wild purse swinging.

"Brendon! God, you scared me!" Krissy says, hand coming to rest over her heart.

"I'm sorry, I was just excited to see you." He informs her and he's smiling so wide and warm and her heart skips so, so many beats.

"Won't you get in trouble from Ryan?" Krissy says and Brendon shrugs.

"Jon will take the fall." He says and he smiles warmly, taking her hand softly in his own. "I missed you." Brendon whispers.

"It was only an hour."

"It felt too long." He whispers again and he moved closer, pressing their lips together, standing on the corner and holding hands.

"Oh my gosh! They're making out." Krissy hears a very familar voice moments later and she breaks away from Brendon to see Cassie being carried on Jon Walker's back. The look on her face was enough to know that this was basically a dream come true for Cassie. Brendon turns around to see his friend and Krissy's friend together.

"Aww, that's cute Walker! How come you don't do that for me?" Brendon cooes.

"You're not a cute girl who wears wedged shoes around the city." Jon retorts as he stops next to them but he doesn't make Cassie slide down. He's holding her legs and her one arm is wrapped around his neck while the other is holding her shoes.

Cassie blushes at the cute girl remark and Krissy is smiling at her. She really didn't care that it was five minutes after six, that the train back to their neighborhood had left or that she hadn't ate since eight o' clock that night or slept at all. This was good, this is what mattered.

"You girls hungry?" Jon asks, wow she's pretty sure that Jon can read minds.

*
Twenty minutes later the four of them are seated in a little booth in a resturant that Brendon Urie swears by. Krissy and Brendon are sitting together on one side and Cassie and Jon are squeezed together on the other. They're all eating and talking and laughing, Jon's hand falling to rest on Cassie's knee. She blushes and looks at him for a moment before she places her hand over his.

Jon doesn't know how to lable this night, these girls because all he's been doing is going with the flow, doing what feels right. This whole night has been like fate or coincedence, like what you see in the movies how two people just come together and it just feels right, like you know you're supposed to be around that person. That's why he couldn't just let them walk away, he couldn't let it end like that.

But now that they're all together again, he doesn't know where to go now.

Suddenly Cassie's cell starts to ring and she glances at the number. "Oh, I have to take this." She tells them and Jon slides out of the booth, letting the girl get out. He watches her go out the door and he's really tempted to follow, just be around her. The boy glances at Brendon and Krissy and those two are so far off in their own world that they don't even notice when Jon follows Cassie outside.

She's leaning against the building, phone to her ear and she's talking.

"Okay, I'm fine, so don't worry. I love you and I'll talk to you later." Cassie says as she hangs up the phone. The girl hadn't seen Jon standing there and her words hit him like a sucker punch to the face. What if Cassie had a boyfriend this whole time? What if she was just using him because of who he is?

"You okay Jon?" He hears her ask and she's looking at him and smiling.

"Um, yeah, I...who called you?" He's trying to keep his tone casual, he hasn't know her long enough to warrent him being massively jealous. She's still smiling as she anwsers him.

"Oh, that was mine and Krissy's friend Jenny. I was leaving her a voicemail because she was worried about us, since we never called her after the show last night."

Jon suddenly feels pretty stupid and he finds himself laughing.

"What's so funny?" Cassie asks softly as she slides up closer to him.

"For a second I thought you had a boyfriend that you neglected to tell me about." Jon tells her, his hand reaching out and taking her's. Cassie smiles, looking up at him.

"What kind of girl do you think I am Walker?" She teases, bumping her hip against his. Jon's free hand reaches down and cups her hip, pulling her just a little closer.

"A really amazing girl that I was just lucky enough to meet in front of a bus station." He says and she barely has time to laugh because he's dipping down and pressing their lips together, kissing for the first time on the side of the resturant.

They break apart only when the little bell on the top of the resturants door jingles and they see Brendon and Krissy standing there, holding hands and wearing matching smirks.

"You so owe me five bucks." Krissy tells Brendon and the boy laughs while Cassie blushes.

"We paid the bill." Brendon informs Jon and Cassie. They nod and there is a slight awkward silence.

"So," Krissy starts, looking at Brendon before switching her gaze to Cassie and Jon. "Where to now?"

*
Apparently, where to now was an average hotel five minutes from the bus station. It wasn't the hotel that Brendon and Jon are staying in, this was a different one, with rooms rented purely for this occasion. The four of them claimed that the hotel was merely for somewhere to hang out until the next bus showed up, but really, Krissy is thinking that that's just a formality, that the four of them know what sort of thing usually happens at a hotel.

Despite the fact that she's not really one for sleeping around, Krissy really has no objections. This has seriously been one of the best days of her life, spending all this time with Brendon and if they slept together well, she didn't mind it too much if it all ended up being a one time thing. Of course she wants it to be more, she wants to have a relationship with him, be his girlfriend and the only one who sleeps with him.

The thing is though that Krissy is a realist. She knows Brendon's a rockstar, that he can have anyone in the entire world and that right now, that someone is her but tomorrow night, well, it might not be.

The four of them had seperated in the lobby after they had gotten their hotel keys. Krissy was trying to get a good read on Cassie's feelings, she knows that Cassie is just about the last person in the world that is likely to have a one night stand but this is her dream guy, this is Jon Walker and maybe the older girl will change her standards just this once. She looked nervous as Krissy left her with Jon, heading to the elevator with Brendon instead. She gave her friend a little wave and a smile as she and Brendon stepped into the elevator, intent on heading to the third floor.

Brendon kisses her as soon as the elevator doors slide closed. What with their nonstop flirting the second Cassie and Jon left the resturant, she knew full well where he wanted this to go and she wasn't questioning it. She tries to think of that saying, don't look a gift horse in the mouth or something like that.

Brendon's hands roam her body and really how can she say no to this? Not when this was every fangirl's dream. They break apart, just to find the right room and the boy can't get the door open the first three tries, Krissy laughs and Brendon swears until he finally gets it and the two go inside.

The room isn't that great, probably nowhere as great as the room Brendon has back at the hotel with the other Panic guys. Their mouths are connected hot and wet, Brendon's hands slipping up her shirt and undoing her bra with ease. Krissy will definitly have to remember to tell Cassie later that nope, Brendon is definitly not gay.

The blonde girl is trying so hard to memorize every detail of this, every touch of Brendon's rough fingertips against her breasts and stomach and the way he kisses, hot and wet. The sounds he makes while he kisses and the ones he'll be sure to make later on. She wants to remember every detail, she's pretty sure that Jenny will want to know.

Brendon pins her down on the bed, mouth working her neck, sucking dark marks against her pale skin as his nimble hands find her jeans button, undoing them swiftly and pulling them down her hips. She doesn't think it's fair that she's nearly completly undressed while he's still fully clothed.

Her hands brush up the length of pale torso, pushing his t-shirt up, they break apart so he can dispose of it, throwing it on the floor along with Krissy's clothes. The singer steps away from the bed so he can toe off his shoes and undo his tight jeans. Krissy props herself up on her elbows so she can watch him, it would really be a tragedy if she didn't.

Brendon loses his boxers along with his jeans and now he's completely naked for Krissy. She sucks in a breath because he's so perfect, he really is. All miles of pale skin and a gorgeous ass, he's hard and ready, it takes Krissy all of three seconds to decide that she's ready as well.

He takes hold of her hips, tilts her up and fucks into her, slow at first but gaining a steady speed. Krissy's hands snake around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

After a few minutes of fucking, Krissy learns that Brendon has a dirty fucking mouth during sex and that she likes it. His hands press against her body and she arches up into him.

Brendon pushes into her and yes, so perfect. In the back of her mind Krissy hopes that Cassie is having as good of a time as she is, she can't really focus on her friend right now though because Brendon is sucking at the pale skin of her neck, intent on leaving marks, Krissy hopes that he does.


*

Cassie took the elevator with Jon up to the room he had rented. Her heart was beating like crazy and her mouth was dry. She couldn't lie, she was nervous. It wasn't like Jon told her that the two of them had to have sex, he hadn't said that at all but neither of them were stupid people, they both knew what Brendon and Krissy would be doing in that room.

It wasn't like Cassie had never had sex before because she has, just never with Jon Walker and never a one night stand. She wasn't the kind of girl who had one night stands, Krissy had them sometimes but not a lot, not enough for her to be considered slutty, she was just a bit looser with her sexuality, a bit more free.

Jon's still holding her hand as they travel up the elevator shaft, they're both silent, quiet and it's just a little awkward. Cassie knows it's her fault because she's stuck in her head too much.

They two of them get to the room and Jon is a gentleman, opening the door up for her and asking her if she wanted a drink. She declined the drink because alcohol at nine in the morning did not sound good at all. Jon nods and closes the minifridge, looks at her from his spot across the room.

They're staring at each other and it feels so awkward, like teenage sex awkward. The boy swallows and moves towards Cassie, catching her up in his arms and pulling her into a soft kiss. Cassie's hands slide up on his arms. The kiss turns from soft to hard and quick, more passionate in seconds. Their tongues tangle together, hot slick and perfect.

Jon's hands slide from her arms, down her sides until his slightly cool hands are up under her shirt, pressing upwards, wanting the fabric off of her. They're still kissing hot and heavy but they break apart so he can pull her shirt off. He does and he goes back to her lips, kissing her and she lets her hands tangle in his soft hair.

She tries not to think about the fact that this happens a lot, that groupies throw themselves at Jon and the others on a daily basis and suddenly she was no different from the girls who do the walk of shame off the tour buses. Cassie suddenly feels cheap and even though kissing Jon is great, it really is, she pulls away from his soft lips.

"I'm sorry." She says suddenly, eyes dropping to the floor. "I'm sorry, Jon." Cassie can hear him breathing heavy in the room but she can't look in his eyes, she can't because she doesn't want to see the disappointment that resides there. She barely wants to hear how he'll kick her out of the room once he knows that he won't be getting any from her.

"What's wrong?" Jon asks, voice puzzled and she knows that she'll have to look at him.

"I can't do this." She starts, hands running through her hair. "I thought I could do this because it's you and you're amazing but I can't...I'm not a one night stand kind of girl...I'm sorry, Jon...I'll-I'll just go." Cassie turns away from him intent on finding her shirt.

Suddenly she feels arms wrap around her from behind. "Just wait, wait a second." Jon is saying, he sounds calm not infuritated like she had imagined. Cassie turns in his arms so they're facing each other once again. She really feels young and stupid, mad at herself for not being able to go through with this.

"I'm not a big fan of one night stands either you know?" He says, it's probably a lie, what kind of rockstar doesn't want that? "I won't lie and say that I've never done it but I don't really anymore." He adds.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles out again, Jon laughs quietly.

"Don't be sorry for having morals." He tells her. Cassie laughs a little breathlessly, this definitly won't be as exciting as Krissy's story is sure to be. Jenny will probably be happy that she didn't sleep with Jon.

"So..what do we do now?" Cassie asks, still in her bra wrapped in his arms. Jon is smirking and staring at her and she's trying so hard to stay focused.

"What if I told you that this isn't the last time I wanted to see you?" He asks, Cassie's eyes widen. Now she's not sure if he's offering a relationship or just a string of casual sex.

"I wouldn't have any objections to that."

"What if I asked you how you feel about long distance relationships?" Jon questions, leaning down closer to her face. Cassie's gaze drifts from his eyes to his mouth and back again.

"I'd tell you that I was fine with it as long as it was with you."

"What if I asked if I could kiss you?" Jon says and he's smiling and they're close again. Cassie doesn't even give him an anwser just leans forward and kisses him, letting Jon lead her back towards the bed.

Jon has her naked and moaning in fifteen seconds flat.

afterwards they're laying in the hotel bed together, talking and laughing like they were before the sex. This all feels so unreal, she can't even believe it happened, that in the span of one night she met, kissed, had sex with and sort of became the girlfriend of Jon Walker, it was really too much.

"This is going to sound really creepy.." Cassie starts and Jon looks over at her with a grin. "But do you think I could take a picture of us with my phone?" Never before would she even consider wanting to take a picture with anyone when she was naked, let alone Jon. He looks unsure and she knows that he has every right to be, what with the way celebrity nudes are being passed around these days.

"Do you have a livejournal?" He asks and she shakes her head even though she thinks she might have one that she never uses.

"It'd be for my eyes only, you know..when I missed you." She tells him, he looks over at her and he cannot resist that smile so he says yes. Cassie gets giddy for a split second before she has her phone and she's pressing against him, kissing him on the cheek and another on his lips.

It's getting closer and closer to ten in the morning, the time when Krissy and Cassie have to be on the bus. "We have to go or Krissy and I will be stuck here till noon." Cassie sighs, she doesn't want to leave him, not now, not ever. Jon looks at the clock briefly before he looks back at Cassie.

"Tell you what," He starts, "Stay with me a little longer and I'll make sure you get home in style."

Cassie smiles, thats something she cannot and will not argue with.

*

Brendon comes out of the bathroom to find that Krissy is getting dressed.

"Woah, where are you rushing off to?" Brendon asks, he was rather enjoying the post sex cuddling that he and the blonde girl were doing before he went to the bathroom. Krissy smiles as she looks up at him, pulling her shirt on.

"You know I'd basically give anything to be able to stay but I've gotta find Cassie and we have to make it to the bus station before ten." Brendon smiles slyly, moves up behind her on the bed and wraps his arms around her, tugging her back to the bed and kissing her.

"You don't have to go anywhere." Brendon says, Krissy just looks confused. "Jon, being his awesome Jon Walker self, figured out a way for you two to stay longer and still get home safely." Brendon adds and Krissy really trusts Jon even though she doesn't know what his plan is, so she snuggles back down with Brendon on the bed.

"So..what happens now Bren?" She asks, The singer looks down at her and grins.

"Well, we could totally have sex again, that was fun right?" The girl laughs and nods.

"Yeah, but thats not what I meant...I mean...was I just a one time thing?" She asks, her voice serious now. Krissy hadn't worried about it much beforehand but now that it was all said and done, well, now she wanted to know what Brendon was thinking about her.

The boy quirks his lips. "Do you want to be a one time thing?"

"No, no!" She probably sounded way too eager about saying no but hell no, she did not want only once with him.

"Well, than we won't be a one time thing." He says, running fingers through her hair.

"Than what will we be?"

"Well," Brendon starts, crawling over her and leaning down to kiss her lips. "I'll text you, and call you, and see you whenever I'm in town and I'll fly you out to see me and we can totally have hotel sex all the time." Brendon tells her, kissing her in between each option the two of them have.

"Sounds good to me." She tells him and he laughs. He really can't wait to rub it in Ryan's face that he totally had a romantic comedy movie night, where he met the girl of his dreams purely by accident.

*

Cassie and Krissy end up staying with the boys until twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Cassie and Jon having come down to the lobby with damp hair and Cassie was wearing what looked like Jon's hoodie. The two girls locked eyes and held matching sheepish grins, they both knew what they did and it was sure to be something they'd talk about for the next three or so days.

"Ryan told me he's going to kill us when we get back." Brendon informs Jon as he leads Krissy back out into the city. Now is a really dangerous time because it's daylight out and the two boys could very well get noticed and mobbed in seconds.

"He'll calm down once we get back." Jon says, his hand linked with Cassie's.

Outside of the hotel is a shiny black limo parked and waiting for them. "We get a limo!?" Krissy asks sounding excited. Brendon nods and Krissy leaps toward him, stealing a kiss while Cassie grins at Jon.

"Pretty fancy Mr. Walker." She teases and he leans down and kisses her.

"Consider it retribution for the shoe thing." He tells her, she laughs and nods.

Brendon bends down to talk to the driver. "Make sure you get these two beauties home safe okay?" He asks and the driver nods.

"Then meet us at the other hotel we're staying at." Jon adds, again the driver nods and Brendon props open the door for the girls.

"Your carriage awaits." He says but Krissy's face falls.

"Wait, you're not coming with us?" She asks, Brendon smiles sadly and shakes his head.

"We're really stretched on time here so Jon and I will be taking a cab back to the hotel." Brendon explains, Cassie looks up at Jon with sad eyes.

There's really nothing else left to do but say goodbye.

"I'll miss you." She says, her arms wrapped around him.

"I know, but I'll call you." He replies, she nods before he kisses her, deep.

Krissy too is bummed that this is where she and Brendon part ways but she knows that it has to be done.

"Don't look so sad or I'll never be able to leave you and the band won't exist anymore." Brendon tells Krissy. The girl laughs despite the slight ache in her heart and she nods, kisses Brendon for a long, long time. Apparently the couples were kissing long enough for the driver to grow impatient and clear his throat, reminding them that they all have places to be.

Cassie and Krissy climb into the limo and wave as they drive off, watching the boys until they could no longer see them. Brendon looks like a sad kid whose puppy got kicked and Jon sighs and allows the younger boy to hug him as Jon hails a cab.

"I think I love that girl." Jon says as he barely catches his last glimpse of the limo, Brendon laughs.

"Just call me Brendon Urie, world famous matchmaker." Brendon teases as a yellow cab pulls up in front of them and they climb inside, Jon already dialing Ryan's number.

*

Cassie is freaking exhausted and she snuggles down deeper into Jon's hoodie, it smells like him.

"You're not allowed to fall asleep until we get home, Smith." Krissy says, nudging the girl.

"Not sleeping, thinking about totally hot sex with Jon Walker."

"So, you did it. I'm proud of you."

"Gee, thanks Krissy." Cassie laughs.

"Anyway, look what I managed to get!" The blonde girl says excited. Cassie looks over at her friend to see that she has her cell out and that she's showing her a multitude of different pictures of Krissy and Brendon in bed together, making out and pulling funny faces.

Cassie smiles and lifts out her cell phone, showing Krissy her own collection of pictures. The two girls laugh until they settle into silence, waiting to go home.

"You know Jenny is gonna kill us right?" Krissy says, resting her head on Cassie's hoodie covered shoulder, Cassie yawns.

"Yeah, but didn't I tell you that this night would be worth it."

.



Krissy cannot believe that this happened. Cassie and Jenny talked her into going out to this brightly colored, overly noisey, overpriced bar. And now that she finally agreed and they had spent nearly an hour dancing like idiots, and just this side of dirty, on the dancefloor, now that she was actually having fun. That was when her friends abandoned her.

She knows that it's not really on purpose. Jon had showed up and that alone had been enough to draw Cassie away. The oldest of the three girls was basically over the moon for that guy. He had been the entire reason she had decided to take photography this semester. So, like she said. Jon Walker shows up and makes a beeline for Cassie. Krissy is half tempted to believe that Spencer texted him a tip off that the girl was at the bar.

Jon Walker shows up and he smiles that world famous Jon Walker smile, offers to buy Cassie a drink, asking for a dance in return and Cassie looks back at Krissy and Jenny. Big pleading blue eyes and despite Jenny's frown, theres no way in hell they could say no. So, she goes and thats where she still is. Sitting halfway down the bar on a stool with Jon's hand tangled in her hair and they're making out.

After Cassie, that left Jenny and Krissy. And they were still having fun despite Jenny's slightly inebrieted theories that 'That Jon Walker is up to no good'. Jenny maybe spends a good amount of her time on the dancefloor, stalking Cassie and Jon.

"Cause Cassie is like soooooo wrapped up in Jon, she trusts him too much. He could totally do disgusting things to her and she would go along with it. You know what I mean?" Jenny shouts at Krissy while they dance to some high pitched techno song. Krissy pinches the bridge of her nose and curses the day that Jon ever got interested in Jenny's best friend.

Jenny is so preoccupied with her stalking that she doesn't really notice that someone is checking her out. It's a guy whose sitting in one of those big plastic booth tables. He's sitting with this tall very round black guy and a few other people who kind of look like they were randomly thrown together.

Krissy hasn't had enough to drink for her not to recongize this guy but it does take her longer than usual. The guy is named Clay. He actually has a ton of classes with Cassie and Jenny does kind of thing he's the most gorgeous thing on their college campus. So, one would normally think that because Clay has almost every class with Cassie and since Jenny happens to be Cassie's best friend. One would think that Clay and Jenny would've been super close by now. But the funny, maybe slightly tragic thing is that they're not.

But tonight, tonight Clay is watching Jenny. And he's drinking water, laughing with his friends but his blue eyes are trained on the girl. Krissy points this out to Jenny and the youngest of the three girls suddenly forgets all about her little 'Make sure Jon Walker does nothing disgusting to my Cassie.' Plan.

Jenny finds Clay through the slight crowds around them. Their eyes meet like, in those romantic comedies and Krissy is thanking anyone who will listen that no one cues the cheesy love song. Clay and Jenny stare at each other for a few long moments before Clay slides out of his booth and is making his way towards them.

"Oh shit. Krissy, what should I do?" Jenny asks, not bothering to remove her gaze from the approaching boy.

"Talk to him, you know, like people do." Jenny nods just as Clay reaches them. Throwing on a grin and taking Jenny's hand in his own for a proper southern shake.

"How are you tonight Jennifer?" Clay asks, his southern drawl apparent. Jenny blushes and maybe giggles like an idiot and this is the time that Krissy manages to slip away.

Jenny and Clay had been talking right there in the middle of the crowded dancefloor. Talking before he led her back to the booth with his friends. That was an half an hour ago. So, lets check where things currently stand, shall we?

Currently Jon is helping Cassie put her coat back on and Jon has his car keys in hand. Currently Cassie is throwing a mix between a sheepish and apologetic smile at Krissy. Krissy just smiles back, can't fault her friend for wanting to be with the guy of her dreams. So, Cassie is leaving with Jon and Jenny is...Jenny is in a different booth with Clay, one located in a darker, more secluded corner. But Krissy, well, she doesn't want to brag but she has excellent vision. So she can pretty much see everything.

Jenny is straddling Clay, sitting in his lip and making out fiercely.

So, currently both of her friends are hooking up and where does that leave Krissy?

Krissy is at the bar, ordering another drink and catching snippets of the other patrons conversations. The blonde sighs deeply, fingering a brown cardboard like coaster as she waits for the bartender to deliver her drink, not too strong because she kind of had been hoping to drive home tonight.

The whole reason Cassie and Jenny had wanted to take Krissy out is because they were worried. They were worried because Krissy hasn't done anything fun since she and Brendon decided to 'Take a break' That was how they put it. Really, it had been more like Brendon was a jackass and was too scared to make a commitment to move in with Krissy and then Krissy sort of broke up with him because she needed to evaluate things. In fact, Krissy's other theory about Spencer was that Brendon sent him here tonight to keep an eye on her. A mission she considered unsuccessful because he was currently chatting up Ryan Ross. Whatever. She was here tonight to NOT think of Brendon Boyd Stupid Dick Face Urie.

The bartender delivers Krissy's drink. Krissy sort of loves the bartender for that.

Just as the blonde girl is taking her first sips of the mix of peach alcohol and orange juice, she hears her name coming from behind her.

"Krissy? Krissy Kaiser?" The voice is soft and one that Krissy's sure she recongizes. She turns, drink in hand and okay, so now she's facing a girl. A blonde girl, shorter than Krissy herself but much prettier..and cooler...and a better singer...in Krissy's own opinion. "Ah, I just knew that was you." The other blonde says, smiling lighting up her pale face.

"Hi, Greta." Krissy sets her drink down behind her and smiles at the girl. She can't believe that Greta Salpeter comes to dive bars like these, she always kinda pictures Greta hanging out at a speakeasy kind of place. "What are you doing here?" Stupid question because she obviously came to hang out.

Greta laughs, "I could ask you the same question." She says, her finger comes up and waggles in Krissy's direction. "I'm the regular here but you..you I've never seen here before."

Krissy can't believe this because that would imply that someone as awesome as Greta actively notices when Krissy's around...or when she's not. The taller of the two blondes shrugs.

"What can I say, my friends kinda dragged me out for some fun...and then abandoned me for boys." Greta's laugh tinkles like music around Krissy and her soft small hand is on Krissy's shoulder.

"Looks like you need better friends." She's kidding of course because Krissy really likes the friends that she has. If she didn't they wouldn't be her friends.

"They were just trying to cheer me up after my break up with Brendon."

Greta's soft blue grey widen just a bit.

"Oh yeah, you were dating Urie weren't you?" Krissy sometimes forgets that pretty much everyone on the campus knows Brendon. She nods and reaches back for her drink. Anything to keep Brendon out of her mind. "Bad break up?" Greta presses, her pretty face downcast.

Krissy gives a weird shoulder shrug, nod move that might look like a form of interprative dance or a slight seizure. God bless Greta Salpeter because the girl doesn't even blink.

"Not really. I decided that we needed a break because he was being an asshat." Greta smiles and nods.

"Guys are sometimes like that." There's a small only kind of awkward silence between them. Krissy maybe steals more sips of her drink. Okay, so she might have to call a cab to get home tonight. "But I'm really glad I ran into you. You don't come to math class anymore." Greta kinda pouts, Krissy finds that oddly adorable.

"I don't have that class this semester." The taller girl points out. Greta frowns.

"You don't? That totally sucks! I miss you."

Krissy must be drunk because it sounded like someone as amazingly cool as Greta Salpeter just said that she missed her. Krissy really looks up to Greta, might even go as far as saying that she idolizes the slightly older girl. And now Greta's saying that she actually misses Krissy?

Yeah, must be the alcohol.

"I'm sorry." Krissy mumbles out, polishes off her drink. Greta shrugs.

"Doesn't matter. I'll just have to make more of an effort to see you now."

Before much else can be said the song overhead changes over and Greta's eyes light up.

"Oh! I love this song! Krissy, come dance with me!" Greta chrips, doesn't exactly wait for an anwser before her soft, yet strong hand is wrapped around Krissy's wrist, tugging her to the dancefloor. The taller blonde goes along, limbs feeling all nice and fluid. She's not drunk but she's got a nice, edge killing buzz going on. At least Greta is sober.

Greta releases Krissy's wrist but pushes up close to the girl. Doing a sort of slow wiggle in front of Krissy. The song is fast paced and Krissy likes to consider herself a good dancer but even she's having trouble keeping up. Greta is really into it though. She presses herself closer to Krissy, grinding up against her just slightly. Black, semi-short dress shiny in the neon lights. Her long curly hair fans out around her as she sways and she smiling.

"Here." She says suddenly, voice low but perfectly audible. Greta places her warm hands on Krissy hips, she can feel the heat even through her insanely tight jeans. "Move like this." Greta is saying, keeping her hands steady as she helps move Krissy's hips. Greta is still moving and they're sort of grinding in opposite beats of eachother. "Yeah, just like that." Greta says once Krissy picks up the rythym. Krissy notices how Greta neglects to remove her hands from the taller girl's hips.

The song continues it's fast pace and neither of them have really slowed down. Greta turns so that her back is facing Krissy and she grinds back against the girl. Her pert ass rubbing against Krissy's front. The taller girl isn't really thinking anything of it. Girls dance like this all the time. So what if Cassie and Jenny never danced this way with her? That didn't mean that this was anything strange.

Greta grinds back a bit more before she's turned back around. Now she's all up in the younger girl's personal space. Their stomachs and breasts are pressed together as they wiggle and grind in sync. Greta flings an arm around Krissy's shoulders, draps it around her neck and okay...yes, those are Greta's fingers playing with the ends of Krissy's hair.

The shorter blondes other hand is back on Krissy's hip and their faces are a little more close than Krissy's used to. Still...just a girl thing she convinces herself of that. But she also notices the way the boys are staring, lust in their eyes and slightly slacked jaws. Krissy goes pink because maybe she's just realizing how hot this is.

And okay, so maybe she has this really weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. One that she usually only gets when she thinks of Brendon. There's practically no space between the two of them, their tight bodies crushed together. Moving in time with the music, with their breathing, the crush of the people and the sense that this is different. There's no sharp angles on the girl, all soft and curvy. There's not a hardness being pressed against her thigh, this is different, this is new. This is something Krissy likes.

The song ends and Krissy finds herself wishing that it wouldn't. The music slows dramatically but she and Krissy are still pressed together. Their hips slowing and it's only then that the taller girl realizes that Greta's staring at her. With the music gone, only their breathing remains. Krissy's surprised to find that she's breathing quite heavily.

"You...you uh, wanna get a drink?" Krissy asks suddenly, pulling away from the blonde girl and heading back towards the bar. Greta nods and gives a little shrug, follows after a quickly moving Krissy. Back to the bar and Krissy orders herself and Greta the same drink. More peach and orange juice, fuzzy navels. The taller blonde lets her icy blue eyes scan around the bar, looking for anyone who might have witnessed the intense scene on the dancefloor.

Jenny, still in Clay's lap, her hands on his face, tipping his jaw and claiming his mouth.

Spencer, not so subtlely holding on to Ryan Ross' hip.

Ryan, giving Spencer a devious smirk as he licks his bottom lip.

Cassie, probably already in Jon Walker's bed.

Back to Greta. Greta, watching Krissy carefully.

Krissy, swallowing nervously and snatching up her freshly made drink.

"If you're drinking. How are you intended on getting home?" Greta presses, barely sips at her drink before she's setting it back down. Krissy smiles around her straw and takes a long drink.

"I was thinking a cab. But I'll have to come back in the morning to pick up my car."

"Ah," Greta perches herself up on a leather stool. Smiles at the girl whose still standing. "Well, you can save yourself a little cash by letting me take you home." Greta says. "You know, if you want."

Oh, hmm. Greta is a smart girl. Krissy trusts Greta more than she would trust a weirdo cab driver at two in the morning.

"Sure, yeah. That sounds good." Greta smiles again. Krissy scans the bar. Jenny and Clay are gone, disappeared from their plastic booth. Ryan is tugging Spencer towards the bathrooms. And huh, Krissy's drink is gone. She's quickly discovering that she has a pretty high tolerance for alcohol. By now Jenny would be wasted, Cassie would be about halfway there. "Actually. Maybe we could go now?" Krissy asks Greta. Her friends are gone, her drink is gone. Really no other reason to stay is there?

Greta smiles and nods, gets up and smooths her hands over her shiny black dress. Krissy fishes out a couple of bucks out of her purse and sets it on the counter. Greta leaves the taller girl for a moment. Goes to a plastic booth and gets her own black purse, matches her dress. She returns and leads Krissy out of the bar.

It feels really good outside. A nice gentle breeze that's blowing across the parking lot. A few people are out here smoking. Looks like Joe and maybe that tall guy that Krissy thinks is named Travis. They're more than likely not smoking cigarettes. Greta's parked up front near the bar. Her car is awesome too, dark green and brand new. She hits the little button that unlocks the car and it beeps and flashes loud against the quiet darkness of the night.

Krissy slides into the leather covered passenger side seat. The neon lights of the club flash from outside. Greta gets in the drivers seat, starts the car and they're driving away from the most popular bar in their college town. The windows are down in the car and Greta's hair is blowing in the entering breeze. It's almost enough to make Krissy want to grow her hair out.

The younger blonde gives the older directions to the apartment that she shares with Cassie and Jenny. It's a nice place and living together was just about the only way they could manage to afford it. Greta takes the winding streets, up to the house on the grassy hill, that's where they live. It's two stories, Cassie lives upstairs because she happened to win the game of rock, paper, scissors.

Krissy and Jenny live on the ground floor, their rooms close together. Greta pulls up in the driveway and Krissy is only slightly surprised to see that Clay Aiken's car is parked in their driveway. Which means that; Drunken Jenny+Clay Aiken's car in the driveway= Total sex in Jenny's room.

Thank god for math class.

"Oh, shit." Krissy says, brushes her curls out of her face. Greta looks over at Krissy, hands gripping loose on the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her voice is so soft and graceful. Krissy scrunches up her mouth.

"My roomate has...uh, company." The girl says, Greta laughs. It's kind of a rule that they have where if one of them has someone over, the other two find somewhere else to go for a while. Case in point, Cassie had actually been smart enough to go to Jon's house. Not that Krissy was intending on hooking up with anyone tonight anyway.

"Ah, the good kind of company. I get it." Greta's eyes flicker in thought before she's smiling. "Well, that's okay. You can just come spend the night at my place."

Wow, Greta just keeps getting better. Krissy kind of loves her a lot.

So that's where they go. Greta drives smoothly along the streets, passed the bookstores and apartment buildings, resturants and even their college. Greta lives in a nice duplex just off the west side of the college campus. Krissy kind of wants to point out that Greta's house looks like the one off the television show 'Full House'. She doesn't point that out and yes, that's a good thing.

They get out and the it actually is a really nice night. The moon is bright and shining in the sky, sending white rays to drip over Greta's driveway, over them. Greta looks back at Krissy and puts her hand out for the younger girl to take. The sleek material of her dress is shining, Greta's shining. She looks like she was plucked straight from the stars.

The inside of the house is equally as cool as Krissy had once imagined. All glossy hardwood floors, soft brown furniture, white intricately carved wooden tables and chairs. Tons of space to be found in the living room. Greta releases Krissy but the taller girl can still feel the warmth of her fingers against her wrist. Greta stands out starkly against the white walls of the duplex.

The shorter blonde girl is weaving gently into the living room, hovering around the couch, staring at Krissy with those intense blue eyes. Krissy's stomach feels tight, might be the alcohol turning on her. But that's not usually what this feels like, this feels more like those five seconds before she and Brendon kissed for the first time.

"If you're tired. You can sleep here." Greta suggests, small pale hands sliding along the back of the couch. Krissy isn't really tired. If she remembers correctly, Greta lives with a guy named Bob.

"Don't you...don't you live with Bob?"

Greta smiles, nods. "Yeah, but Bobby's not home tonight."

Krissy doesn't know why she feels like that's an important fact.

"I'm not tired." Krissy says, an afterthought to the statement that Greta had made about sleeping arrangments. Greta lights up.

"Great!" She says, "Then we can have a good old fashioned girl's night, you know?" The blonde is saying, she scampers back through the house towards the back bedrooms. "We need pajamas like, right now." She calls back, returning a few moments later with two sets of pajamas.

She gives Krissy one set and pushes her off towards the bathroom, which is down the hall and to the left. Krissy only stumbles a little as she hits the bathroom. Only wobbles a bit while she takes off her skinny jeans. She's only a bit surprised to find that she and Greta are almost the same size, what with the height difference she was thinking it would be a more drastic change.

Krissy comes back dressed in a light pink pair of Greta's pajamas, long pants and a nice tank top. There's a little flash of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the pants. Greta is redressed in pajams too, her's a little less cute and a little more revealing. Black, almost nighty with lace on the bottom, silver bow on the front between her breasts.

Wait...since when has Krissy noticed breasts?

The shorter blonde smiles at Krissy. She flops down on one end of the couch, motioning for Krissy to join her. Krissy does. She eyes the clock. Three in the morning and she's at Greta Salpeter's house, settling down for some girl talk.

"So," Greta starts, props her hand under her chin as she folds her legs up under her. "Was your break up with Brendon terribly bad?"

Krissy furrows her brow. "I broke up with him." Greta tilts her head.

"Just between you and me. I happen to think you're out of his league." Warm small hand on Krissy's forearm.

"Ah, what about you Greta? Aren't you and Bob..together?" Krissy had heard as much but that could all just be dorm room gossip. Greta pulls a face.

"God, no. Bobby's just my roomate, my BFF if you will." She laughs, like music.

"Are you dating someone?" Krissy asks, that question is girl talk appropreit right? Greta's eyes flicker and she shakes her head, bites her lip a bit. Krissy sighs and flops back against the couch, covering her eyes with her hand. "Well, if someone like you can't get a guy. Then I have no hope." She mumbles out.

"Well, if it is worth anything. There is someone that I like." Greta points out, Krissy peeks at Greta through her fingers. "But they don't feel the same." She adds, smiles despite the subject matter. Krissy lowers her hand, eyes searching Greta's.

"No way. You're amazing and any guy that doesn't like you must be sick in the head." Okay, so Krissy is kind of being an ass kisser..is that the right word? She doesn't know but she's pretty sure that Greta won't talk to her again after tonight.

"Does it change things if I say that it's not a guy that I like?" Greta asks, her voice is so light and innocent that she could be talking about all the horrors in the world and Krissy would gladly sit and listen. Krissy shrugs.

"Then the girl is sick in the head."

Greta smiles a tight smile.

"Or the girl just broke up with her boyfriend." The shorter blonde suggests. She's watching Krissy with big blue eyes.

"Oh." Krissy's brain might have been a little fuzzy but not anywhere enough to make her not comprehend just what the other girl was saying. Her stomach was in knots as Greta continued to stare. If Krissy was being perfectly honest with herself then she had to admit that she did always find herself drawn to the older girl. But she had thought it had just been a want to be like her not an attraction, not a want to be with the girl like she was with Brendon.

But thinking of that now. It didn't seem so bad. In fact, it seemed almost right, almost easier.

Greta's mouth tugs down at the corners, her eyes flash with something, too quick for Krissy to catch. Maybe this is what Greta expected, that Krissy would be freaked out, maybe this wasn't the first time that Greta had professed a love for another girl.

"I'm sorry." Greta starts, her slender fingers twist around the long curls that fall level with her chest. "Just forget what I-" Krissy doesn't let the rest of Greta's words leave her soft mouth. She's propelling herself forward, catching their lips together, bumping teeth and mouths open in surprise.

It's all new, dangerous and Krissy cannot get enough of that feeling. She keeps her lips pressed against Greta's for a long moment, shaky hands coming up to cup the older girl's jaw. Greta's hands slide around Krissy's wrists and she's gripping loose and warm. The taller blonde pulls away, her eyes closed but their mouths are close together.

"Please...don't take it back." Krissy never knew she really wanted this but now that she is having it...she doesn't want it to stop. Krissy can feel Greta's breath against her mouth. She smells good, like flowers and soap and maybe something spicy. Not like a guy. Kissing her isn't like kissing a guy either.

Greta nods against Krissy's hands and moves forward again, locking lips. It's warm and soft and just a little wet. The shorter girl tastes like lipgloss and maybe a little like the peach alcohol they had been drinking earlier. Greta's hands slide up the other girl's arms, to her shoulders, to her neck and Krissy just wants to get closer.

There's a low heat unfurling in Krissy's stomach. A want that she's all too familar with. But this is crazy isn't it? Since when did she like girls? Never in her life had she ever wanted to be with another girl but Greta...something about her. The other girl seemed to have a sort of power over her, a pull, one that Krissy thinks would be awfully stupid to resist.

Their kiss deepens, dueling tongues chasing and wanting dominance. Greta wins out, tangles her fingers in Krissy's hair and keeps them close together, like Krissy even had an argument against that. It really isn't like kissing Brendon. It's softer, Greta doesn't bite...but maybe she could? Maybe if Krissy asked nicely?

It becomes clear pretty quickly that Greta is taking the lead in this activity. It doesn't really matter to Krissy, even if she was the one who kissed the other girl first. Greta leans against the girl and sort of slowly gets her down on her back on the soft material of the couch. The sounds of their kissing, wet and slick, probing tongues, it all fills Krissy's ears. That's fine, a distraction to the things that she could be thinking about right now.

The kiss breaks because, well they need to breath sometime. Greta is on top of Krissy, one hand propped against the cushion, holding her up. The other hand is cupping Krissy's cheek, thumb smoothing along her jaw.

"I don't want to push you or anything." The feather light voice of Greta Salpeter says. Krissy mimics Greta, cups the shorter girl's cheek, soft hair brushing against her fingers. It might be the smart thing to do. Krissy's been drinking and she just got out of a serious relationship, should she be doing this? Does she even know if she can go through with it? She's very surprised to find out that she wants to try.

"You're not." Krissy whispers, her eyes move from Greta's red mouth up to blue grey eyes. "I-I want this to happen. Whatever this is...I want it to happen."

Who cares about tomorrow anyway? Krissy wanted to live this new kind of life, live for tonight, live like you're not going to wake up tomorrow. Greta smiles and leans back down, kisses her soft, Krissy just catching her lips before she pulls away.

"But you've never been with a girl?" Greta asks, Krissy shakes her head. She's joked about it, maybe thought about it once or twice but no, she's never done anything with anyone besides Brendon of course.

"Will you teach me?" Krissy asks, her own voice soft and light. Greta bites her lip, makes a growly noise that could be considered want, definitly could be.

"Fuck yeah, I will." Greta says before they're kissing again.

Slow hot kisses, Greta's tongue memorizing every square inch of Krissy's mouth. Gentle soft hands that rest against Krissy's stomach, that push up her tank-top. Technically Greta's tank-top but it's not like it matters much because it's getting pushed, up, up, up. All the way to Krissy's neck so that her deep red bra is exposed.

Their kissing slows but they're still at it, maybe Greta thinks that Krissy needs a distraction as to just where her hands are sliding. Krissy gasps into Greta's mouth as the girl pushes her bra up as well, getting slightly chilled hands on warm, warm skin. The younger girl arches into the warm hands cupping her breasts, gasps at the slender fingers tracing her nipples.

They stop kissing and Greta is staring down at Krissy. Maybe she likes the reactions she's getting or maybe she's expecting Krissy to back out while she still could. Krissy doesn't back out, isn't going to. She's a pretty determined person once she sets her mind on something.

Krissy takes some initative and raises her hands to Greta's slender shoulders. The younger girl slides the silky black straps of Greta's almost nightgown down her shoulders, the older girl shivering under her touch. Krissy keeps a hold of Greta's gaze as she slides the top of the nighty down, revealing the slender blondes ample chest.

Krissy copies Greta's ministrations, had the blonde arching and panting, even moaning when Krissy got brave enough to add her mouth to the mix. Their hips ground together, trying to find friction.

"Want...want to go to my room?" Greta pants out, sweeping her hands gently through Krissy's curly mop of hair. Greta pulls away and nods, allows herself to be pulled up by Greta and lead back into the girl's bedroom. Satin sheets, large bed, soft blue colored walls. Greta pushes Krissy down on her back, comes up to straddle the girl.

Krissy breifly wonders just how many other girls Greta's been on top of. How many people she might know that have done the same thing she's doing now. Greta grinds down and Krissy groans at the friction. Her hands come up to grip curvy hips, the older girl leaning down to press a wet kiss to Krissy's mouth.

"Can I do something for you?" Greta asks, her eyes are shining and her beautiful breasts are still exposed. Krissy props herself up on her elbows and brushes a hand through her hair. She's not stupid, not by a long shot and she knows what Greta wants to do. Something that Brendon never really did well. "I promise I'll make it very enjoyable for you." Greta coos out, her voice so innocent but her words tinged with filth. The girl punctuates the words by grinding down in Krissy's lap, the younger girl shudders.

"Yes, anything you want. Please, Greta." The girl on top flashes a sly smile before she pushes forward and kisses Krissy again. She sinks down lacing kisses on her neck. The combined effort of the two of them they manage to get Krissy's shirt and bra off the rest of the way. Greta traces the pale skin with her tongue, leaving wet shiny trails behind. Krissy shivers, runs her fingers through the older girl's wavy blonde hair.

Greta reaches the waistband of the soft pink, almost peach pants that Krissy is wearing. She grins and waggles her eyebrows at the girl and for one brief second, Krissy sees Brendon before she manages to push him away. She has a feeling that this will be greater than Brendon.

Greta pushes nimble fingers into the waistband of Krissy's pants, tugging them down, the younger girl raising her hips automatically for Greta. No hesitation. The pants are gone and Krissy is exposed, laying there in her cute purple boyshort underwear and no bra but she feels alright, content, excited.

"Cute." Greta mumbles out before she dips her head and presses her tongue to the fabric of the underwear, to Krissy through the underwear. The younger girl releases a high pitched noise and her fingers skitter over the silk sheets. Greta grins as nimble fingers slide into the underwear, tugging them down, Krissy lifting her hips for the girl.

So, now Krissy's completely naked and Greta isn't and she might be saying something about this. Might be saying that Greta should probably get naked too, she would be saying something if she could even speak right now. Her voice is lost, okay, not lost but more like, reduced down to garbled moans.

Greta's between her legs, kissing her way up the younger girl's thighs. It's all hot, wet, sensations and Krissy barely notices her legs getting nudged open just a little more because then there's a hot tongue in her most sensitive of places and yeah...thought just kinda goes out the window.

God, Greta's got a skilled tongue. Krissy's clutching the sheets and Greta works her over, fingers and tongue, flicking and licking. Krissy thinks she might be babbling and grinding her hips. She wants to touch the older girl, god, she wants to but she's afraid that she won't really be able to control herself. Greta's rubbing with increased friction on Krissy's clit and okay, she can't hold back any longer, her fingers threading into the older girl's soft blonde hair.

Greta moans, moans like she's the one whose getting ate out and Krissy tightens her grip.

Normally she'd be using her hand to guide the person, let them know where she wants it the most but she doesn't have to with Greta, the girl already knows. Then there's the slick slide of Greta's fingers pressing in and out of her, fucking her.

This is so much better than Krissy ever thought it would be. She's far more relaxed then she imagined she would be in this situation. Because, hi, yeah, it's Greta Salpeter whose got her mouth all over you and her fingers fucking you and sex will never quite be the same.

Greta has her free hand planted firmly on one of Krissy's milky thighs, holding her open. The sounds are locked somewhere between insanely hot and potentially embarressing. Wet, slick noises, the younger girl's moans.

"Greta...god..." Krissy grits out, her hips rolling. Greta makes an approving noise and increases her ministrations. What with the alcohol and the excitement and the brand new sensations, is it any wonder that Krissy can't hold out long at all? "Greta...I'm...I can't." That's really all the warning Krissy can give out before she's coming.

It just might be the strongest orgasm of her life. Toe curling, back arching, finger gripping, moan ripped from her chest, orgasm. Greta stays there, licks her through it. Krissy's body is shuddering and shaking but Greta doesn't let up, not yet. She keeps up her ministrations. Tongue, fingers, flicking, licking and it's almost too much for Krissy, almost. She isn't surprised to find herself coming again, harder this time and she moans out Greta's name, her whole body feeling flushed and boneless.

Greta pulls away from Krissy, kissing her way back up her thighs, her stomach, her chest, neck. Krissy had never in her life let Brendon kiss her after he would go down on her but now, Greta's face is hovering in front of her own and god help her she leans up and kisses the older girl.

It isn't bad, not at all. Greta's on top of her again, straddling her and Krissy can feel the intense warmth and slight wetness of the girl rubbing against her thigh.

"Do..do you want me to do you?" Krissy asks, breaking their kiss and staring up at Greta. The older blonde grinds against Krissy, her soft curls of blonde cascading down over her chest.

"I-" She pants, her hips still grinding, maybe she'll wind up coming just like this. "You don't have to eat me out...just, can you touch me? Please?" Greta whines, Krissy grins and nods.

She gets them flipped over so that Greta's on her back with Krissy over her. The younger blonde dips her fingers into Greta's black panties, pulling them down and pushing the nighty up, the material bunching around her slim waist. Greta doesn't seem to mind as she licks her lips and eagerly awaits Krissy.

This isn't hard. It isn't. And why should it be? Krissy has the same equipment downstairs, all she has to do is work her over the same way she would work herself over. Do all the things to Greta that she likes to do to herself.

Krissy touches her, softly, dancing across her thighs before she strokes along the outside of Greta's pussy. The older girl shivers and spreads her legs obscenely, opening herself up for the other blonde. Krissy takes that as all the invite she needs. Presses her fingers inside of the older girl slowly, testing to see what the reaction will be.

It's good. Greta writhes under Krissy's ministrations, moaning lightly. Krissy presses deeper, uses her thumb to rub and press against Greta's clit. The older girl moans again. Her hands are shaky as she reaches for Krissy, gets at her hips and tugs her closer.

"I want you close to me." She moans out, tugs her closer so that their hips meet, their crotches rubbing together. "Want you to fuck me." She groans and rolls her hips. Krissy knows what she's getting at, what she wants.

"Okay, anything you want baby." The younger girl whispers. She rearranges herself so that she and Greta are scissoring now, legs hooked and locked in an extreamly sexy pretzel. Krissy grinds her hips up against Greta, their clits rubbing together and igniting sparks through both the girls bodies.

Greta's holding Krissy's hips and rocking against her. Her head tipping back as she moans out the younger girl's name. Krissy licks her lips and grinds harder, wanting to get both of them off. She loves this, loves seeing Greta this way. Seeing the girl she idolized so much being reduced to a mass of writhing, moaning, want and knowing that she was the cause for it. God, Krissy couldn't get enough of that feeling.

Greta works her hips faster and Krissy thinks that the older girl must be close. She's close too but she wants the other girl to come first. They rock together and Greta freezes, grinding against Krissy whiles she comes. She's beautiful when she comes, her head thrown back, biting her lip and moaning out the other girl's name.

That's really all it takes for Krissy to come too.

Afterwards, the two of them are snuggled in bed together. Greta is carding her fingers through Krissy's soft blonde hair. They share kisses, slow gentle kisses. Greta pulls a blanket up over the two of them, curls herself around the older girl.

"Are you alright?" Greta asks, Krissy shifts a little so she can see the other girl better.

"Yeah," she smiles. "I'm fine." Greta is smiling now too.

"That was nice." She comments and Krissy nods. She's not exactly uncomfortable like she thought she would be. Sure, this night didn't end like she thought it would but that's alright. Being here, being with Greta is brand new but it doesn't feel that way. It feels like the two of them have been doing this for forever, comfortable and safe and warm. But most of all.

It feels right.











David had been talking to his sorta, kinda, maybe girlfriend, Megan. Whatever, he was working on that. Anyway, he had been talking to her when Tony walked into the lunchroom. The older, taller boy's eyes scanned around the cafeteria and locked right on David, though to anyone else it might've looked like he was looking at Megan.

David shifted uncomfortably in his plastic seat and brushed his fingers through his coppery bangs. Megan, she had noticed Tony too. David knew because she was looking right through him, right at where Tony was undoubtedly walking towards them.







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