His hands held her waist tightly, as he left gentle kisses in the curve of her neck, softly sucking on the sweet skin, he found her sweet spot, and lingered on it, sucking and leaving a mark, visible on her tan skin. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, becoming louder every time he kissed her neck. Her hands were on each of his shoulders, steading herself from tumbling over. She was drunk, it had never stopped him before, but for the first time ever guilt washed over him, how could he take advantage of an innocent girl, but he did it every time. With one hand he expertly unhooked the clasp of her bra, lifting the straps over her arms, the bra dropped to the floor adding to the pile of forgotten clothing. He moved his swift hand to her right breast and gently massaged the already erect nipple, only causing her to moan even louder.

They backed up towards the bed, slowly moving inches closer to the edge of it, her legs reaching the bed and causing them to tumble onto it. He felt her soft hands slowly slid over his sculpted abs, and he trembled at her touch. His expert hand moved south towards her already soaked panties, feeling her wetness through the fabric, he teasingly moved his fingers up and down, causing her to moan into his ear. The pleasure became unbearable to her, as she began to speed things up by attempting to remove his boxers, as she was drunk doing this wasn't easy, and he immediately took over by pulling his boxers down and off, releasing his now fully erect member. He dipped his head sucking on her sweet spot once more, before travelling downwards to glide his tongue over the smooth skin of her breasts, his tongue travelling down the valley of her breasts and over her erect nipples.

"mmm" was the only sound that came from her, before he decided to take things further. He dipped lower, and quickly removed her soaked panties, and sliding his tongue over her folds softly, her moans were uncontrollable at this point, and he couldn't control placing his tongue at her entrance, slowly pushing inwards, and outwards, tasting her wetness, he quickened his pace. "Oh..fuck….th-that's s-so good" She moaned, her pleasure and drunkenness causing the slur of her words, and the lack of being able to produce a full sentence. "Oh god, I'm gonna cu…" Before she could finish this sentence, he quickly removed his tongue from her, before she had reached the edge.

He lifted his body upwards and placed himself at her entrance, looking at her once to see if she would protest, when she didn't he pushed his full self into her, and felt the pleasure begin to overtake him. He expected to hear moans of pleasure from the girl beneath him, but when he didn't, he realised something was wrong, he looked up at her face, to see her beautiful brown orbs were covered by her scrunched eyelids, and a tear was threatening to fall from each eye.

His eyes went wide, as the realization dawned on him, he pulled himself out of her as quickly as he could, to see that her face relaxed slightly. She was a virgin. What was he doing? He didn't know this, because he knew nothing about her. Guilt washed over his body, as he remained in the same position above her. She was innocent, she was drunk, and he was about to take advantage of her, it was beginning to dawn on him that he had done this so many times before, why did it take this for him to realise it was wrong?

Troy Bolton

So many words could describe him; muscular, athletic, gorgeous, a winner. But only one word summed him up perfectly… player. From his shaggy brown hair, to his piercing cobalt coloured eyes, Troy was the image of perfection, a king in his school, a winner on the court, and the guy of every girl's dreams. He was the king of East High, every girl worshiped the grounds he walked on, every girl wanted to be with him. Despite his obvious player status, every girl from East High, lined up just to be close to him, no one truly understood his charm, but every girl he met fell for it. He had never had a steady relationship, because he didn't believe in commitment. He didn't drink, he never got drunk, because getting drunk meant that having sex couldn't be enjoyed, and sex was his number one priority. He wasn't romantic, he took advantage of every girl he was with, and he was a player, but every girl fell for his charm, every girl except one…

Gabriella Montez

She was beautiful, without even trying, her dark coffee coloured eyes, and her long wavy brown locks, were only the beginning to her beauty. She didn't get noticed as often as the cheerleaders did, but she was so much more beautiful then each of them. She didn't believe in being something she wasn't, she didn't follow the crowd, she took her own path in everything she did. She would never be branded a 'slut' or 'whore', because she wasn't one, and she had still not given away the one thing that she had valued the most. She believed in relationships, and was proud of the one she was in, she was proud to be a girlfriend, and not a one night stand, but everything was about to change.

Troy's breath began to slow down, as he reached for his boxes, quickly pulling them up each leg, and over his still hard manhood. For the first time in his life, he had realized what he was doing was wrong, she was drunk, he wasn't, even that small fact began to sound extremely wrong in his mind. He didn't know her name, and when he realised this, the want to find out was becoming extreme, he wanted to know everything about her, no one had made him feel the way she did, without even reaching his peak, he had felt extreme pleasure just being around her, the unfamiliar feeling surrounded him, and he desperately wanted to know what it was, and why he only felt it with this particular girl.

"Troy?" She said just above a whisper, as she lay there beginning to catch her breath. She knew his name, the soft waves of guilt he had previously felt, were now enormous tidal waves rushing through his body. As he began to put his clothes back on, the thought of leaving her, like he did with every girl dawned on him, he did it every time, but this time, it felt wrong. To leave this girl confused, drunk and unsatisfied began to feel like a crime to him. Instead he lay back down awkwardly, and pulled the covers up and over her naked and trembling body.

The feeling of the warm sun hit her face through the open window, causing her eyelids to flicker open. Gabriella blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the light, and once they had adjusted, confusion erupted inside her. The unfamiliar walls and furnisher surrounded her, and she immediately knew this wasn't her own room. She lifted her naked body up slowly, making the sheets fall to her lap, exposing her naked torso. She looked around, and took in her surroundings, but one thing had made her heart sink and skip a dangerous amount of beats, her eyes landed on a sleeping person beside her, at first glance she didn't know who he was, but at second glance she had recognised him immediately, and the thought of what must of happened dawned on her, it made her sick to her stomach to think of it.

She racked her brain for answers, for memories, anything that would answer the question of if she had slept with Troy Bolton or not. But she was unsuccessful, she couldn't remember anything valuable. She remembered herself drinking dangerous amounts of alcohol, being at Jason Cross' party that took place after the Wildcats victory, and she remembered the win. But none of her memories contained having sex with a certain basketball captain, and cheating on her boyfriend. Slowly tears began to build up in the corner of her eyes, and a few second later countless amounts of tears rolled down her olive coloured cheeks, she hadn't even realised the blue eyed boy who had begun to wake up.

Troy rubbed at his eyes, before opening them and blinking them a few times, as Gabriella had minutes ago. Looking around the event from the night before, replayed through his mind, and the guilt he had felt last night began to rush through him once more. Expecting to see the girl from last night asleep next to him, he turned his head only to see her sitting up, rubbing falling tears from her eyes, and rocking back and forth.

He mirrored her position and sat up also, not going unnoticed by Gabriella. She gasped and began to cover herself up, pulling the sheets off of the bed, wrapping them around her small frame, and attempting to pull them with her towards the closed door.

"No wait!" Troy attempted to stop her, before she could leave. He saw the tears now freely rolling down her cheeks, and the feeling of guilt was stronger then it had ever been. She didn't say a word, instead she picked up her clothing from the carpeted floor, and held them tightly to her chest, and rushing towards the outside hallway, with the beds sheet still tightly clung to her naked body.

He had never felt so guilty after doing this, it could have been the fact that she was the first virgin he had been with, or the fact that without even reaching his peak last night, he had felt better then he had ever felt during sex. He couldn't help but want to know everything about her, and he was going to find out.

Ok guys that's the first chapter, and the only one I have actually written, I wanted to put this up before writing more to see if you like it or not, if I get enough good comments back, then I'll continue writing the story but if I don't then I'll stop it here.

Please be honest though, was it boring, or to cheesy lol, iv'e read so many good and bad stories on fanfiction, and I tried to make this the best I could, I will admit I'm not a very good author but I did try my best, so please if you loved it, liked it, hated it, please review.