[For Matured Audiences Only!]

A mo.an escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His ton.gue swer.ving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an ******, he lifted his head and glared at me.

"I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not co.me," he ordered.

He gave me a sedu.ctive smile before returning to my mo.ist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from com.ing. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early...

He trailed kisses up my stomach, finger.ing my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my bre.ast, savoring the taste, nibb.ling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me.

Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become se.x friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to...

"AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his man.hood suddenly ****** into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him.

"Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood.

"Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea.

We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth.

"I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool鈥"

"Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit.

"Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain.

"It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a maso.chist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a vir.gin if it wasn't for him.

I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, sending a pleasing shudder down my na.ked body. "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having se.x with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a mo.an to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, taking some time to savor my bre.ast again, flicking my nip.ples with his ton.gue. I clutched his fingers tighter.

Wanting him to know what he was doing to me, I pushed him back on the bed, sinking down to his man.hood. I loved how big it was, how it always filled me up when it was inside me. But I'd never let that be known to him. Getting off, I licked it, grinning when he shivered at my touch. It felt good to have dominance over him, most of the time it was the other way around but I knew where and when I could be in control. And as I su.cked on it, listening to him groan holding onto my hands tighter, I knew I had seized control. But before I could make him come, he pulled me up to flip me on my back.

"You don't play around, do you?" He rammed himself inside me, making me gasp loudly, probably punishment for seeking dominance over him just now. However I wasn't going to let it show that he was dominating me.

"Harder!" I mo.aned, liking the pleasurable pain. My heart raced as he dug harder, faster inside me. Overwhelming lu.st filled me to the brink and I lifted his hand to my mouth, kissing his palm before he pulled me closer to his body. His chiseled chest burned against mine, giving me a wave of emotions through my body. His lips soon brushed against mine until he pulled back, a little surprised that we had gotten that close to kissing. He paused for a second, picking me up and taking me off his manhood.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. After a second of freezing, he glared at me to get a move on and I obliged, a little afraid of him right now. Once I was on my hands and knees, he kissed my shoulder, entering me from behind. He squeezed my bre.ast roughly and I winced, biting my bottom lip. He put his middle finger in my mouth, occupying my tongue while he pushed harder into me. He grabbed my neck, lifting my head up so he could kiss my forehead before we reached our climax simultaneously.

I moved away from him, flopping onto the bed out of breath and he plopped down beside me breathing heavily. I was tired from two sessions but I knew I had to get out before the recognition of what we were doing settled in. Even after three months, I couldn't accept the fact that we were sex friends, filling a void that was meant for others to fill.

I silently picked up my clothes, getting dressed while he just watched. I could feel his eyes bore into me and I had to resist the urge to shiver from the heat of it. Once I slipped on my shirt, I flipped my dark brown hair before putting it in a messy ponytail. I put on my glasses and grabbed my bag, turning to him with a smirk. "So, when's our next session?" I asked.

He was now under the covers, his hands behind his head with his glistening chest exposed. "With those glasses, I'd say never."

I picked up one of his plush baseballs off of his dresser and threw it at him, which he caught swiftly and conceitedly. "I only put them on to see, that's why I take them off when I'm with you so I won't have to recognize your ugly ***."

He snickered. "Cute. I'll keep you updated, loser."

I rolled my eyes, walking out his room. "Whatever, jerk." I slammed his door behind him, guilt rushing through me for what I had done for the hundredth time. I hated him so much. Don't get me wrong, he's good at what he does...se.x...but with other things, he sucks. The only reason that I agreed to become his se.x friend was because he caught me at a vulnerable moment.

Alec had told me bluntly in the cafeteria that he needed me ONLY as a friend just before meeting up with his girlfriend, Brooke. I felt crushed and he continued to tell me how they were going all the way that night, he had set up a romantic date, and he was sure he'd get laid. I dismissed myself and Ryan saw me rushing towards the janitors' closet, crying with my heart broken. Chelsea had just moved to Montana, breaking up with him since she knew from experience that long distant relationships didn't work well with her. And since I was feeling heartbroken and in distress, he proposed that we become se.x friends until one of us got back the people we love.

I agreed but I'd regret it like I was now.

I headed for my car, watching him watch me through his bedroom window. He gave me a sarcastic smile and waved bye. I gave him the finger with the same mocking smile and he laughed, closing the curtains completely. I pulled off, annoyed by him even more and hoping that I wouldn't need a coping session soon but I knew I would.

Alec lived right next door. Sometimes with his window open, I could hear them having se.x in his bedroom. I'd often turn my music on but when I couldn't take it anymore, I'd call Ryan and pretend he was Alec. It was sick, I know, but I didn't know how to turn my feeling for him off.

When I arrived home, I saw Brooke's car parked in Alec's driveway and sighed. When I pulled into my driveway, I saw them walking out together, him leading her to her car. I held back my nausea, slipping out my car and locking it, keeping my eyes trained on them for a bit. She slipped into her car, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before driving out. I turned away, trying to find my keys in my bag and my attention away from the happy couple hoping he wouldn't notice me.

"Emma!" he called and my heart pounced from hearing my name from his lips. I attempted to ignore him but I could hear him running across the narrow street just as I found my keys. Once I drove them into the lock, Alec caught my arm, his warm touch making my heart race. I scowled when I noticed he smelt like girly perfume. I knew Brooke had been all over him. I played it off with a smile.

"Oh, Alec, hey!" I smiled, hiding my discomfort of the smell. I liked his musty, man smell much better. "What's up?"

He smiled at me, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Nothing much, your mom asked me earlier to have dinner with you all since my dad's out of town." Alec would often eat (maybe even sleep) over when his dad went out of town for his job or to meet up with his girlfriend in L.A. He pressed his lips together, that cute smoldering expression on his face with his eyes looking over to the side making me smile. He looked so sexy when he did that and he knew it. "So are you cooking tonight? If you are, please tell me we're having your delicious shrimp tortellini."

I laughed at his puppy dog expression. "Maybe." I opened the door to see my little brother, Chase, playing video games. He was only twelve and already a major video game addict. I ruffed up his hair which he scowled at me for before he paused his game and glaring at me.

"No messing with the doo," he glared. He soon spotted Alec and smiled. They were best friends, Alec mostly teaching him things mom and I couldn't since our dad died at work, being a fire fighter and all. "Hey, Alec!"

"Hey, little man." They gave a fist pound and I rolled my eyes, heading for the kitchen. Mom was going over some taxes. Tax season being her busiest as an accountant, she tended to work more in the kitchen where the computer was.

"Hey, mom."

She looked up, smiling at me for a moment. "Hey, sweetie. I saw Alec getting home earlier and Mack wasn't there so I invited him over for dinner."

"I know. He's in the living room with Chase." I placed my bag on the marble island, going over to the sink to wash my hands. I still felt dirty for what I had just done then acting like I wasn't whoring around moments ago with Ryan, like I was the innocent child my mother believed me to be. "So shrimp tortellini?" After drying my hands, I went to the freezer, taking out the pound of shrimp and placing them in the sink, running some warm water on them.

Mom put on a guilty expression, biting her nail. "No tortellini, I got ravioli."

I shrugged. "No prob." I turned off the water, letting the ice melt in the bag. I grabbed my bag after mom went back to work. I went back to the living room, heading up stairs to my room to hear Alec get up from the couch.

"Oh, Emma, I need to talk to you." He paused his game and followed me upstairs to my room silently. Once inside, he closed my door, leaning on it with a sorrowful expression. I sat down my bag wondering if he was alright.

"Alec, what's the matter?"

He sighed, scratching his head. "You remember when we were kids, and you just moved here with your mom and brother?" I nodded, sitting on my bed. "You remember when we'd pretend to be detectives and you obsessed with being the photographer, catching the culprit on film?"

"Yeah, Alec, where is this going?" I crossed my arms, watching him imprint a line into the carpet with his foot.

"Can you be a detective for me?"

"For what?"

He looked up at me, his expression a bit crushed and desperate. "I think Brooke's cheating on me."

[For Mature Audiences]

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking concerned when he sat down on the floor. I bent down to his level, staring at him tapping his finger on his palm like it was the most amusing thing to do at the moment. This was the day I had been waiting for, for the chance to prove to Alec that I was the one, not that bimbo's head, Brooke.

But I didn't want him to be heartbroken for what she did and move in on him when he most likely needed a friend, not a lover. Inside, I knew that he needed reassuring even though it'd be pushing him closer to her than to me.

"I'm sure this it's all in your head, Alec. Brooke...loves you," I told him, the words of love from Brooke for him burning my throat. But if he was feeling brokenhearted, it was my duty as a best friend to give him some peace of mind. Well, until I handed in the truth which I intended to do with much interest. However, if she really was cheating on him, as his best friend and her rival for his love, I'd have to kick the shit out of her.

"I know but with her, being paranoid about that stuff comes with the package." He sighed in the palms of his hands and I bit my bottom lip, knowing he was right. Although she would rant around the school saying she had been changed by Alec's love, she's had a history of moving on to the next while in a relationship.

They had been dating for five and a half months now and we're going to be celebrating their half a year anniversary in two weeks with a nice getaway at his dad's cabin a few hours from here during spring break. The thought of what they would be doing haunting my dreams at night since he first told me about the plan a month ago.

"Yeah, but Brooke seems to have changed a lot. She doesn't harass freshmen as much as she used to since she started dating you. She doesn't flirt with the male teachers anymore and she actually began volunteering at real charitable places." For a long period of time, Brooke considered buying things at the thrift store as being charitable stating that the money went to poor people who'd have to be poor to buy anything so hideous. She was shallow, I had to admit, but for some reason, Alec liked her—and not just for her supermodel body either.

"True but still, I'd feel better if you went a little Sherlock Holmes on her for a while. If I straight up ask her, she'll think I was an overprotective boyfriend who doesn't trust her."

Yeah, sending your best friend who's in love with you to spy on your girlfriend because you believe she's a cheating, lying ***** isn't being overprotective, it's love, I thought sarcastically. I smiled at him, ruffling his hair which made a tiny grin appear on his face. "I'll do better; I'll be Watson on her ***."

~*~*~*~

Wednesday morning, we pulled into the school parking lot and since today was Alec's turn to drive, it included picking up Brooke who talked on and on about the manicure she got yesterday with her girlfriends. I jumped out of his car hastily, the thought of having to spend another minute on how she choose blush pink over tickled pink made me want to puke pink.

Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I noticed Ryan pulling up on his motorcycle, and hastened my pace towards the front door. We didn't really mingle that much at school, not wanting our little arrangement to be known. Sometimes when we were in a very vulnerable spot, we'd hook up in the P.E storage room but besides a few sly comments and ridicules, we hardly made contact.

Hurrying inside, I made my way through the entrance, down the hall, and upstairs just to knock into a guy going up the second flight of stairs. My balance wasn't that impeccable and when I had the stomach feeling that I was about to fall, I'd tell myself it'd only hurt for a moment instead of trying to catch myself. But this time was different. A strong set of hands caught my waist in time and pulled me to a sturdy step, steadying my balance before pulling away.

"You okay there?" he asked, his voice ragged and deep. I looked up to see a tall man with smooth back blond hair, deep sea green eyes with a dashing five o'clock shadow in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants. I had to catch my racing heart from the possible tumble and fall episode and after a long second I smiled and nodded.

"Yes, thank you." Turning, I stepped down a few stairs carefully not to trip again and grabbed my bag which had slipped out of my hand during the collision. When I swerved back around, the guy was still standing there with a hand in his pocket and a textbook in his hand with a smirk on his face. At first, I thought he might have been having himself a little peep show when I bent down to grab my bag but, following his gaze, I realized he was looking at my hair.

"Chewing gum this morning?" he asked, pointing to a clump of gum trapped at the end of my hair.

I twirled my finger around it, horrified and a bit panicky about how it got there. Immediately, Brooke came to mind. She chews spearmint gum every morning and sometimes stuck some in the backseat of Alec's car when she sat there. That bitch! It was probably left over and I became disgusted, trying to pick it out but instead causing it to stretch further in my hair.

"Hold on," he said, stepping down the stair coolly. He took out a small sample size hand sanitizer and squirted a bit at the end. "You don't mind?" He already put it in, but I didn't mind that much. The person I constantly looked pretty for took little notice so eventually I really didn't care what my hair looked like as long as it wasn't bedhead.

I shook my head and he continued, racking his fingers through my hair and I could feel the warmth of his hand skimming over my shoulder gently. Restraining the goosebumps wishing to arise, I forced my attention on the pattern of his blue dress shirt. A hundred percent cotton and if I looked close enough, it molded with the curvatures of his body, revealing that he worked out. "Got it!"

I stepped back to scrutinize my hair to see it was completely gum-free and looked at the man. "Thank you—" Suddenly, the bell rang and I knew I only had two minutes to get to class. "I need to get going."

"Me too." He sighed, looking a little disheartened as he marched up the stairs. "I wanted to get a donut from the teachers' lounge."

I paused in my tracks. "You're a teacher?" He laughed handsomely, continuing to walk up the steps and I followed, catching up to him. Now the dressy clothing was making sense but I was a senior, I knew almost all the teacher here so why didn't I know him? "I've never seen you here before."

His eyebrow rose in perplexity. "I've been working as the guidance counselor for a month now." That made sense, I hadn't gone to see the guidance counselor since the end of my junior year and it was a 'she' back then. "And starting today, I'm the new world history teacher for Mrs. Fletch." Mrs. Fletched moved to Texas with her husband when he was transferred two weeks ago. We had been getting different substitutes every day since then and were told our new permanent teacher would arrive today.

All I could say was, "cool," before entering the doorway with him right behind me. I took my seat beside Alec which was three desks from Ryan who scowled when the teacher came in.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Mason?" Ryan asked with bitterness weaved through his words.

"For your information, Mr. Brighton, I'm the new world history teacher," Mr. Mason answered sarcastically, writing his name on the board. He gave the class a handsome smile, making a few girls (and some guys) swoons in their seats. All I could think about though was why Ryan seemed so hostile against Mr. Mason who seemed to only possess kindness and charm. But Ryan typically held an attitude against everyone, even me.

"What are you looking at, geek?" he asked me when my gaze lingered on him longer than necessary. I turned away, rolling my eyes, hating when he was in this mood.

"Don't mind him, Emma," Alec assured me sweetly. "He's just a jerk, now you know why I don't let you around him." If only you knew, I thought. Ever since Ryan started picking on me in elementary school, Alec would go out of his way to defend me but once I learned to stick up for myself, Alec seemed to cool down.

But he still didn't like him. I wonder what he would think if he ever found out we were sex friends. I didn't want to think about that.

Throughout the class, Mr. Mason got us caught up on where Mrs. Fletch left off, saying that our substitute vacation was over. He was a good teacher, making a joke that got us laughing and never ignoring a student's question which Mrs. Fletch would typically do saying to save them at the end of class. Evidentially, he acted as though he was one of the students, goofing around but still teaching us which was great.

At the end of class, a few girls stayed behind to talk to him, enticed by his charming good looks. I packed my things for my next class and Alec said his goodbyes, having to race to his next class that was on the opposite side of the school.

Once in the hall, Ryan caught up to me, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me to the side by the janitors' closet. "Has your attitude problem been solved?" I asked mockingly. He scoffed which answered my question with a no.

He pushed back his dark locks with one hand, sighing with depression dripping from his lips. "Can we skip Second Period and take a session? I really need it." His hazel eyes pleaded for a session and I wanted to ask why he was suddenly in the mood, knowing it was probably a heartbreak from Chelsea.

I nodded, looked down at the scuff marks on the floor while other students mingled in the hall to their next class. We headed the opposite way of class, towards the P.E storage room which was outside, only a few yards from the gym. Coach Hagan always left a spare key on the borderline of the door. Ryan grabbed it effortlessly with his height, unlocking the door just when the bell rang and, once inside, he closed the door.

"What's wrong, if I may ask?" I asked when he lightly pushed me against the tower of mats. His hand was coursing along my t.high, sending chills to spiral up my body. His breath was against my ear, heating my blood and I had to hold back a moan from the feeling he was giving me.

He placed his forehead on my shoulder. "I don't know why but when you left yesterday, I decided to check on Chelsea on Facebook and I wasn't prepared to see her status was 'couple'. Then before I knew it, I was looking at the photos of him and her and it just...it brought back the pain." I only knew little about their relationship and their break up, but I heard that it was messy (the break-up, not the relationship, I think).

Like a child, I raked my fingers soothingly through his hair, feeling his fingers sl.ip up my th.igh and to my waist.

Lifting his head up, I leaned closer to his neck and kissed his soft spot I knew always pleasured him. Hopefully, it'd get him to thinking about better things of Chelsea. I heard him groan and knew that I was doing a good job. Continuing, I felt his hand drift to the small of my back and unzip my dress which fluttered to the ground. He sco.oped me up in his arms, placing me on a smaller tower of padded mats, cup.ping my bre.ast and ea.ting them, making me gasp at the suddenness. The way he bit down on them made me know this was going to be a rough session, his anger about the new guy still itching at him on the inside.

He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to ra.m him.self in.side me and I couldn't hold back my cries of pleasure, pushing my glasses back before they fell from the vibrations. Our bodies were growing ho.t and sweaty and I inched my body closer, needing to feel him de.eper in.side me. My mind drifted to Alec, raking my fingers through his hair as I rotated my body with his man.hood still intact within me. With my nails driving into his back, he ram.med himself har.der in me, holding only my waist while he nib.bled on my bre.ast. I became extra w.et, the thought of Alec pushing himself har.der, dee.per, punishing me for being with Ryan as he picked me up, pushing me down on his co.ck so hard I orga.sm but that didn't stop him.

"Ohhh!" I screamed and Ryan began nibbling on my ear, molding his body into mine. The storage room soon filled with humidity that only aro.used us more. Ryan got on his knees with me, laying me on my back while he continued to grin.d inside me, kissing my neck, his breath tingling on my skin. Eventually, he pulled out, com.ing on the floor but I knew from the grimacing expression on his face he wasn't done with the session. He still needed to blow off some steams so I decided to be nice and place my lips around his co.ck, suc.king hard on him which made him gasp in surprise. I smiled for I'd never caught him on the sly when he was this mad.

I licked the tip, caressing it soothingly with my hand before su.cking on it once again. He leaned back, his face towards the ceiling as he said, "More," and I continued, swirling my tongue around and began to hum. He loved the vibrations while I hummed; he compared it to having a vibrating massage. I licked one last time before trailing kisses from his co.ck up to his chest and gazed into his eyes for a moment. He looked so defeated and I knew he loved Chelsea, remembering Ryan rarely found love in anything and I highly doubted he even believed in it before dating her. The sorrow in his eyes captivated me more than usual and I had to force myself to look away before he grabbed my hair, pulling me back.

"I'm going to need you later," he breathed deeply. I nodded, not having the strength to deny his demand. He leaned over, kissing my neck before pushing me back, thru.sting himself inside me again which I absorbed the feel of him, and sighing in pleasure. He moved faster, his head buried in the crevasses of my neck and shoulder. "Oh, God, I need you so much, Emma."

I flinched, looking at him in confusion. "Emma?" I had never heard my name from his tongue while having se.x before. This must have been the feeling girls got when they were called the wrong name during times like this because I suddenly became angry that he'd used my name. He turned away, embarrassed by his mistake as he paused himself within me. Him using my name during se.x meant he recognized us having se.x instead of imagining it was our lovers which couldn't happen. Feelings weren't supposed to be locked in our agreement of only se.x. In our minds, we were having se.x with our partners, not each other.

When he didn't deny his mistake, I sighed in frustration and the storage door suddenly opened, the gleaming sunlight beaming in which took us by surprise. We froze looking over at the door and Ryan was the first one to react, scowling as he looked down in discouragement. When I noticed the blue dress shirt and black slacks, I knew exactly who it was and began to regret caving into Ryan's plead.

It was none other than Mr. Mason.