Hey all! So, I told myself I was going to finish Something To Believe in before I did ANYTHING else, But I just can't help myself (and to be honest, I can't really find my head with that story). So, I was listening to Little Red Corvette by Prince yesterday and since I've had a craving for S1 Brooke, it all meshed together into a purely smutty fic. It's mainly smut, very little plot, but it'll all sort of come together in the end I promise :). One line in here is taken almost directly from the lyrics of the song so much thanks to Prince obviously lol. So, I tried something different with the POV in this story. Instead of doing 3rd or even first person from Brooke's POV, each chapter will usually be from a different guy's POV. In this chapter for example, it's Josh. (In each chapter the narrator will say their name just so you aren't confused)Anyway, I'm done rambling and I hope y'all enjoy!

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I don't go to Tree Hill High, but I do know Brooke Davis. I first saw her at a party down by the beach. She stood by her blonde friend in only a jean skirt and a small jacket. No top, no bra, and I could already feel my board shorts getting tight. I didn't get to touch her that night, instead she went off with some other blonde and tanned boy who went to my school.

But now, here I am in my best friend's house after our win against the Ravens, and I get Brooke as a prize. She's still in her uniform, which is risky as hell since it's our team's party, but she wears it with her nose up in the air. She passes our cheerleaders and my ex girlfriend Olivia, smirking deviously as they look back in disgust. They're just jealous they don't look like her.

She slithers her way up to me as I sit at the table with my buddies, playing a half ass game of poker. Her arms make their way around my neck, hands trying to feel every inch of my skin through my shirt. "Aren't you the top scorer of the night," she asks me in that raspy voice, her hot breath tickling my ear.

I gulp and I can see Matt try to hold back a chuckle. Jackass. I bet he'd be a bit speechless if the easiest girl in the county was trying to strip you in the middle of a party. "Unfortunately, I wasn't... John beat me by three points."

She laughs in her throat and starts to pull me up. "Well honey, you're about to be."

I smile widely because I know what's coming and her smile gets wider. We pass by Olivia on our way to the stairs and a frown is evident on her face. She always thought it was disgusting that boys from our senior class would sleep with slutty sophomore Brooke Davis and I guess I'm about to land on that list. She shakes her head as we pass and Brooke takes notice. "What's her problem?"

"We used to date," I answer immediately, my eyes staring at her skirt as she walks in front of me. She lets out a giggle and turns around quickly. She plants her lips on mine, her cherry lip gloss coating my mouth. Her arms wrap around my waist, one hand sneaking its way up my shirt. When she seems to have gotten her fill, she pulls away before glancing at Olivia. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and winks at her.

"Bitch," I head her mutter and Brooke laughs again.

Once more, Brooke takes control and begins guiding me to where she'll let her horses run free. Her cream colored skin looks soft against the blue of her uniform. My mind temporarily wander to what she'd look like in a Catholic school girl uniform before shaking my head of the notion. It'd probably burn off her sinful body.

After finding Matt's room occupied, she makes her way over to the end of the hall and pulls me into the master bedroom. Her hand lets go of mine and moves to the zipper on her top. "Close the door behind you," she instructs, her shirt falling away from her. It lands on the floor followed by a bra way too lacy for a girl her age. She turns around and in the dimly lit room, I can see the outline of her breasts, the perky round flesh begging me to touch. My jaw drops a little and a sense of pride washes over her face. "How old are you again," I stutter and she shrugs.

"Does it matter," she asks back and I shake my head. i know she's young, probably 15, hell possibly 14. I'm still going to sleep with her regardless and I wonder if that makes me a creep. I'm 18, a few months away from 19 but I only worry for a second. Because before I know it, Brooke's hand is already gripping me.

"Christ," I sigh out and once again her devilish laugh escapes her lips. She presses herself up against me and I can feel every inch of her. For some reason my hands are motionless and it's probably because I have Brooke Davis attacking me. I can barely keep up with what's going on and before I know it, Brooke drops down to her knees.

Her mouth feels like heaven around me. As her head bobs up and down, my hands regain movement, making their way to her long brown locks. I guide her head even though she clearly doesn't need me to and she keeps doing this thing with her teeth that is making me crazy! I look down just as she pulls away and I think I actually pout. "Don't worry gorgeous, I promise I'll give you something better." She smiles once again, a smile that could very possibly be getting me drunk. Everything about her is just so damn perfect that I feel like I'm in a dream.

Her lips meet mine and for the first time that night I take some sort of control. I shove my tongue into her mouth, using one hand to keep her close and the other to feel on of those glorious globes. We start moving towards the huge bed and just as I'm about to push her on to it, she spins us. Suddenly I'm on the bed and she's straddling me and I can feel her wet against my torso. My hands immediately go back to her breasts but she shakes her head. Then she places her hands on top of mine and moves them lower, lower, lower until I realize that she doesn't want, nor need, anymore feeling.

She leans down and kisses her way up my chest to my lips. She's doing something else during all this but she still kisses with all of her attention. When she finally pulls away, she has a condom in her hand and she carefully opens it with her teeth. She hands me the foil package and raises on to her knees, waiting for me to put it on myself. I try to move quickly but I fumble and Brooke huffs in impatience above me. As soon as I slide it on, she slides down on me. If I thought her mouth was heaven, then this must be ten times better than any heaven there could be.

At the same time we both out the loudest moans I've ever heard and just as I adjust to the feeling of being inside her, she puts her hands on my chest to push herself off, only to slam down even faster. I'm surprised at how submissive I'm being but hey, all I have to do is lay here and enjoy.

I watch as she moves up and down on top of me and I reach up to grab her breasts once more. I want to watch every bit of her body move every second but the way she keeps moving her hips and squeezing around me I have to close my eyes. The pleasure is too much to bare and I'm pretty sure I'm moaning more than her. But I really don't care, I could die right now and be the happiest man in the world. Because anyone who's taken Brooke Davis for a ride, can tell you that their life is complete. I'm sure of it.

Soon after I release inside her and she collapses on top of my sweaty body. She's panting heavily and I can feel each gasp for breath she makes. Once she's regained normal breathing and her heart rate slows down, she gives me one last long kiss. Then she gets up and puts back on what few clothes she wore. She makes sure to grab the foil wrapper I tossed carelessly earlier and shoves it into her bra. "It'd be rude to leave it," she says lightly, not near as confidently as she spoke earlier. "Not to mention your friend would get majorly busted." She smiles again and I nod. I really do love her smile.

I sit up and take off the used condom before throwing it in the waste bin. I'll remove it later when i help Matt clean up. I get back on my clothes just as Brooke finishes putting on some of Matt's mom's lip gloss with her finger.

She walks past me and places a hand on my chest lightly and kisses my cheek. "What's your name?"

"Josh," I answer and she grins.

"Thanks for having fun with me Josh," she replies before walking out of the room.

Brooke Davis is a fucking god and this has been, by far, my best night ever.