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*****

Have you ever noticed that all the decent men seem to be taken? Every guy I meet nowadays seems to be a jackass, gay, or taken. The worst part is the crushes I get, before I find out that he has a girlfriend.

I never meant to be a problem in a relationship. I think it's absolutely horrible to purposely interfere with a couple's emotional connection. But sometimes it's hard.

Spring Break. I came home from my senior year at college, sleeping all day after the long trip from Harrisburg to Boston. Six hours is more than I like traveling. And there's too much waiting. I woke up the second day home to the bleeping of instant messages assaulting my computer, finally charged. I opened one eye to glare at the screen, my laptop sitting on top of my dresser while charging. I could see three windows open, one the oversized preset that only my friend Shawn had. There was a single message in each of the smaller IM windows, but in Shawn's half the window was already full.

I groaned, dragging myself out of my nice warm bed and over to my computer, which I set on my lap as I sat down in my comfy overstuffed armchair to read his messages.

hottdork69: jess, wake up!

hottdork69: i know youre there

hottdork69: im gonna come over to wake you if you dont respond

hottdork69: wake up

hottdork69: wake up

hottdork69: wake up

hottdork69: wake up

hottdork69: this is my only free day... wake up!!!

jessabelleofdaball: yeah yeah i'm here

I finally responded, just to stop the noisy IMs. I quickly went to my preferences to shut off the noises. I'd forgotten that I'd left the sound alerts on.

jessabelleofdaball: whaddya want? grrr

hottdork69: did i wake you?

hottdork69: :)

jessabelleofdaball: yes dammit

hottdork69: well youre awake now

hottdork69: come out and play

jessabelleofdaball: nope going back to bed

hottdork69: my treat?

jessabelleofdaball: *sigh*

jessabelleofdaball: there had better be alcohol

jessabelleofdaball: or i'm not getting up

hottdork69: alcohol?

hottdork69: jess its 1030

jessebelleofdaball: fine. coffee.

hottdork69: done ill be outside in 15 min

I sighed. I really didn't want to get up now, 10:30 or not. But I did, and dragged myself down the hall to take a quick shower, noting that my family was all gone, my parents to work and my brother to school. Slipping on comfortable underwear, I pulled on sweatpants, not caring what I wore since it was only Shawn, and he was taken. I pulled on a sports bra, not in the mood to deal with underwire at the moment, and then one of the half-worn college t-shirts I'd brought home with me. Just as I tied back my hair to hide the mess, I heard the knock downstairs. "Coming!" I yelled, grabbing my sneakers and mashing my feet into them.

He knocked again, just to annoy me, right before I opened the door. "There you are," he grinned, too cheery for my tastes. I just glared, grabbed my purse, and walked out past him, letting him close the door for me. "Aww, get up on the wrong side of the bed?" he teased as he opened the passenger door of his car for me. I glared.

Don't hurt him, don't hurt him, don't hurt him... was running through my head as he winked, grinned, and then closed my door, running around to the other side of the car to hop in and start the engine, alternative rock suddenly blaring through the speakers. This time he actually looked apologetic. "Sorry. Forgot I left that on. Where to?" He looked at me as he backed out of my driveway, adding, "I refuse to buy you anything to drink until tonight. It's too early."

"Fine. Starbucks then. With luck it won't be packed."

Of course it was packed. 10:30 on a Thursday morning? Of course the goddamn place was full. All of the tables taken, and a huge line. I glowered. "Smile, Jess," Shawn told me as he steered me inside, one arm flirty around my waist. "They won't be here long. Most of these people have to get to work."

True enough, by the time we got to the head of the line, the shop had partially emptied. About half the tables were empty now, and there were only a few people in line behind us. "Venti black coffee," I ordered tiredly, looking to Shawn before heading to a table and letting him pay.

With my head resting on my arms, already half-asleep again, I didn't notice him come up. He set two large coffees on the table, poking me in his usual annoying fashion. "Wake up, Jess. It's not as bad as all that." He sat across from me, pushing one of the two cups at me.

"Wanna bet?" I muttered, but shut up so I could take a long swig of the coffee. "You said this was your only free day?" I asked after a moment.

He nodded, setting his cup down. "I'm going on vacation for a week, leaving tomorrow, and when I get back I've got my mother's birthday, then a day to pack, and then I'm back at BU."

I shrugged. "Where you going?"

"Rachel wanted to go to Hawaii, so I'm going with her..."

"Rachel? Damn, Shawn, you're not still with her?" I cried in as low a voice as I could manage.

His forehead wrinkled into a frown. "Don't start, Jess."

"I'm not going to 'start', Shawn, you know quite well what I think of her. I just wish you could see what I see before it's too late." I looked down at my coffee instead of at him, I hated to see him angry, especially angry at me.

"Enough."

"I'm done," I sighed, retreating into my coffee until his frown softened.

"Are you busy at all today?" he asked after a moment. "I'd like to spend as much time with you as I can. Haven't seen much of you in ages."

I nodded, totally agreeing. I rubbed at one eye, fixing my contact lens and rubbing the sleep from it as I thought for a long moment. "Nothing that I can't do tomorrow," I replied at last. "What'd you have in mind?"

"More coffee," he answered, grinning at my sleepiness. "If we're going to do anything, I'd like you to be awake."

*****

We found ourselves in a little bar in the North End (for those of you who've never been to Boston, it's the Italian-American district), after wandering around Boston for awhile. The Museum of Science had a neat exhibit about nanobots that I dragged him to, and though he wouldn't admit it after the amount of complaining he did, he enjoyed it as much as I. "Well," I said to him after ordering a rum and coke, "What else can we do? I think we've exhausted Boston today."

"Exhausted Boston? Jess, you've exhausted ME." We both laughed. "But I think a few drinks here are in order. Some food too..." He nicked a menu from under another customer's elbow further down the bar, and we scanned the short list of edibles the bar had to offer.

"Split chicken marsala with me?" I asked, pointing to the one dish that looked appetizing. "I couldn't eat the whole thing." My eyes sparkled, I know, as I came up with an idea. "Not if I'm going to take you dancing later."

"Dancing? Jess, I don't dance."

"Yes you do. We used to dance together back in high school. The prom, remember? I managed to steal a few dances? You're pretty good for a guy."

"I'm not sure if I should take offense at that," he told me with a bemused grin.

The bartender came over, offering us our drinks with a murmured "Ecco."

"Grazie," I thanked him, earning a spark of interest and a "Prego, signorina." I pointed at the menu. "Prendiamo il pollo marsala?" He nodded and headed towards what appeared to be a kitchen door. I looked back at Shawn with a grin. "Gonna wimp out? It's just me. Who's going to see you?"

He looked me over, still wearing my sweatpants and college t-shirt. "Can we at least change first? I don't think they'll let us into a club looking like this."

I had to agree, especially with the spilled soda from lunch on my ugly gray sweats. "Sure. I've got some things with me that would work. It's been awhile since I've been to a club. When I turned eighteen was the last time, I think."

Shawn tossed back half his beer in one go, smiling at me. "Well, I could use another drink, but I'll wait if I'm driving. You want a second one?" I nodded, holding up the already empty glass when the bartender reappeared.

*****

I think Shawn was awed when I stepped out of my bedroom in tall black leather boots, black short skirt, and golden-coppery backless shirt. He hadn't seen me dressed up in awhile, and certainly not dressed like this. "Wow," was all he said, stepping forward to place his hands on my hips and look me over.

I bit back a grin. I loved flirting with him, it was fun. And it seemed my outfit was perfect for that. He already couldn't keep his hands off me... "Does this work?" I asked coyly, turning in a circle.

"Jess..." he whined. "You're trying to break me. Quit it..."

I turned back with an innocent look. "Who said I'm wearing this for you? We're going dancing, but I have absolutely no problem with meeting other guys too. I'm the one that's single, remember?" I couldn't help but add, "If you're whining already, is it working?"

He scrunched up his face, trying to glare while grinning madly. "Of course it is. You know quite well that you're attractive. In this..." his hands slid to my waist then back to my hips, feeling the metallic cloth of my shirt, "You're drop dead gorgeous."

That was a bit more than I'd expected, and I couldn't help but blush. "No compliments. I just like getting dressed up sometimes. Can we go? You need to change too."

After a quick stop at his parents' house, we headed downtown. He chose plain black clothes, not going to bother competing with me. I was grinning as we presented our IDs to get into the club we chose. The young man checking IDs had his eyes on my chest more than he did on my ID. It's nice to feel like you're attractive.

Shawn bought me another drink, though I was against him spending any more money on me. But he insisted, so I agreed, watching him as I sipped a vodka tonic. The tingle of the vodka on my tongue got me antsy to be dancing, so we found a table in a corner near the dance floor to set drinks on and be able to watch them while we danced.

No matter what I had teased earlier, he was quite a good dancer. We started with salsa-ish dancing, staying relatively far apart for a dance couple. I think he didn't want to test his resolve against my backless shirt. But after two breaks for drinks, first to finish the first set, then to get another round, we were much closer together, each enjoying the other's touch.

I know I was having trouble keeping my hands off his tight ass, whether he noticed or not. His hands slid around my bare back, as well as down to my ass. I don't want to say he had given in, exactly, but he certainly wasn't fighting me anymore. It was not the first time the thought crossed my mind that his girlfriend was a bitch and sleeping with him would really be good for us both... but it wasn't really my decision.

The decision I made was to tempt him on purpose. I don't normally grind with guys on the dance floor, but I turned around slowly in time with the music, and pressed back against him as I led his hands to wrap my waist. I was surprised how close he held me, pressing against my ass from behind as one hand went north, the other south.

God damn did he have a hard-on. Just pressing against his hips was turning me on. Even against my dislike of grinding, I ground backwards against him, feeling his cock stiffen further in his pants, stretching upwards towards his waistline as if trying to free itself from the horrid pants. Though his hands had hesitated before actually touching my breast, or sliding very far downwards, his hand now jumped to my breast of its own will, pulling me against him as he massaged my breast, other hand holding my hips tightly against his.

When I felt a light kiss on my neck, I knew I'd won. I turned in his arms, unfortunately stopping his delicious massage, but pressing against him front-to-front. I'm surprised we didn't hurt ourselves, so hard did our hips slam together. I kissed his cheek, looking for any signs of resistance: I found none. His lips met mine with an electric shock, and we made out on the dance floor for several minutes.

"I think we need to find a private place," I murmured, heart fluttering when the only response my normally verbose friend could give was a very desperate nod. But our lips met again, tongues thrashing together before either of us moved. We were earning looks from around us, some annoyed, others amused. Finally I caught my breath and dragged him from the dance floor. "Where are the bathrooms?" I asked urgently, and he began pulling me along, almost running as we both felt about to explode.

There were people in the ladies' bathroom, but none in the men's. We hurried inside, and I had the presence of mind to quickly lock the door before his groping hands and kisses pressed me against the wall. My own hands were groping too, but far less randomly. My fingers seemed woefully inept as I fumbled with his belt buckle. He finally did it for me, letting his pants fall to the ground before stepping out of them toward me, hands finding their way quickly up my skirt.

Since I hated nylons, I hadn't bothered wearing any. So all his hands found were my thin underwear, pressed against my dripping pussy to the point where it was hard to tell I was wearing anything, the cloth was so wet and transparent. I heard his breathing get heavier as his fingers found the wetness, and I pulled his lips to mine.

When our lips met, his hands got more frantic. One slid around to my ass, fumbling with my panties, the other rubbing my swollen lips through the cloth. When his finger found my clit through my underwear, I gasped, enough stimulus for him to pull away and carefully remove my boots, skirt, and panties, all going in a heap on top of his pants. Before I let him come back, I pulled the two string ties of my halter shirt, letting it flutter to the floor.

He almost crushed me against the wall as his hands roved my body, lips mashed against mine. His fingers found their way back to my pussy, now soaking wet and inviting. He took the invitation, one finger circling my opening for a second before two fingers thrust into me.

I started moaning immediately, and his finger-fucking sped up. I felt rather like a whore as I started humping his hand, trying to get all the possible pleasure from his fingers. He inserted a third, sending me gasping against the wall, though my hips kept up their desperate humping. I felt the world go black as he curled his fingers towards himself, stroking my g-spot right as my orgasm hit. "Ohh... oh, Shawn..." I found myself moaning.

Though his one hand kept working my wet pussy, keeping me frozen against the wall gasping, his other hand pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking it unconsciously as he watched me reaching a second orgasm already. He didn't play with my g-spot this time, but his thumb found my clit, a tiny touch all that was needed to send me over the edge.

"Please," I begged him. "I want you so desperately... don't make me wait..." We'd both waited for years, and his eyes showed it as he stepped forward, cock standing at attention.

"I've got an idea," he whispered, hands sliding around my ass and picking me up slightly, then impaling me on his cock as he pressed me against the wall for support. I moaned at the wonderful feeling of his cock sliding against my tight pussy, slowly stretching me as he slid further and further in, until I felt my clit rubbing his pelvic bone. I ground my clit against it, making myself shake, and my pussy walls clench his hard shaft.

He felt it, I could tell, his eyes meeting mine as he slowly slid almost all the way out, then even slower, all the way back in. My heavy exhale was voiced, continuing until he was fully within me again. "What's with the torture?" I begged, half-lidded eyes finding his, and I found the same look of uncontrolled lust in his eyes as I knew was in mine.

He shifted my legs to wrap about his waist, holding me up with his hands under my thighs, and my back pressed against the wall. He started by just grinding against me, then before I could moan, he slid out and in, finding a desperate pace that matched my own. It was five seconds before my hips were humping to meet his, another five when another orgasm sent my system into rapture. I could feel the change in my pussy as he continued his thrusts into my clenching walls, and his thrusts became more forceful, his breath more uneven.

I was moaning deep in my throat as my orgasm stretched out for minutes, when he was suddenly stiffening inside me, and shoving his cock as far within me as it could go, he shot his load deep within, continuing his pumping until he was finished spurting, and we were both gasping for breath.

We were partially clothed, each of us watching the other, and knowing quite well we were heading straight to a real bed next, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Just a minute," Shawn called, trying not to laugh. I hid in on of the stalls while Shawn left, then in a few moments, after the new guy had entered the bathroom, ran out to meet him.

"Please tell me that wasn't the beer," I whispered, pushing him into a corner and kissing him, hidden by the divide that separated the dance floor from the bathrooms.

Hugging me tightly, his kiss was almost enough of an answer. Where he'd been as desperate as I (well, maybe not quite so desperate) before, now he took his time loving me with hands and tongue and lips. "Certainly not the beer," he affirmed, smiling tenderly at me as I had so wished he would for years.

I sighed, content with his assurance, and hugged him, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in the supportive arms of a lover. "Can we get another drink, then maybe find our way home?" I pulled away enough to look him in the face. "We need to talk."

"What an understatement."

*****

I hope you liked my story. I've clearly left lots of room for another piece, if not more, so tell me if you think I should keep this story going. Thanks for your feedback! ~A