Disclaimer: Good Luck Charlie does not belong to me.

I woke up at ten at night. Why, I thought. Why me? All I need is one night- just one night with him. I need PJ with all my being. His long, hard member, filling my virgin hole... I need to experience it just one time. I pulled my laptop onto my bed and went to my porn website, where I'd been learning for the night I will have with PJ. Determination flooding through me. I will make him mine!

I stared at the screen as the buff men thrusted into the sexy women, moving from windows to walls to doors. Their moans peirced through the silence of my room, and I thanked God that I was home alone. My father was paying a visit to the whorehouse, like he did every Saturday night. I was watching my eighth video of the night when I decided to go for a walk.

The night air was cold, biting my cheeks and stinging my arms ass I walked into the forest. But I didn't mind; no, I'd come here for a reason. I was wearing a tank top and skimpy boyshorts and sandals, and I was here on a mission. I went deep into the forest, to the lake in the center. The woods were void of animals right now, they were hiding. From what, I had no idea, I just knew that no one had seen an animal in here for months.

I sat next to a large oak tree and stripped off my shorts and thong, spreading my legs. Slowly, I reached down and pressed my fingers against my hole, moaning. I panted lightly, thinking, Okay, Skylar, you've watched videos of this. You watch them every night. It feels good to masturbate, it doesn't hurt, not one bit. Just put your finger in and move it in and out, nice and easy. I gathered all of my courage and slipped in my index finger, tensing, prepared for the pain that was sure to come.

It didn't hurt, not one bit. I was slightly surprised at how spacious my vagina was, and my finger moved in and out fairly quickly. I slipped in a second finger and moved faster, moaning and squealing, not caring how much noise I made because of how far I was from any sort of civilization. I thrusted with my fingers harder and harder, until I heard footsteps approach me. I pulled out my fingers and looked at the one who interrupted me, glaring daggers at them. When I saw him, however, my gaze softened and turned into lust.

PJ walked over to me and took my hand, gently licking my fingers. I leaned forward and licked his lips, and he granted me entrance to his mouth. I knotted my fingers in his hair as we fell backwards onto the soft grass, his lips hard and hot against mine. We moaned as our tongues played tug-of-war, and I reached down, slipping my hands into his pants. He gasped as my cold hands gripped his solid penis. I massaged it, my legs twining around his waist and pulling him down on me.

"Skylar," PJ moaned, his breath hot on my face.

"PJ," I breathed. "I need you... don't hold back!" His jacket was off in an instant, and I didn't want to break from his lips, so I tore his shirt off. My hands explored the chest while he tore my tank top to pieces. My icy fingers trailed along his stomach, making his breathing labored.

He grasped my breast as he unhooked my bra, tossing it to the side. PJ's mouth came down on my taut nipple, making me moan his name over and over again. I bucked my hips against his pants, where I could feel his erection forming. He left a trail of hickeys on my breast, his hips gyrating with mine. I couldn't take it any more, I needed him now. I pulled his pants down to his knees and he kicked them off the rest of the way. I was happy to know that he wasn't wearing any boxers.

PJ positioned himself over me and slowly entered me. I winced slightly, as his penis was larger than my fingers, and he moved in and out, moaning and panting. I held his hips and met him halfway, digging in my nails and saying, "Fuck... PJ, you're so fucking good! PJ, PJ, PJ..." I cried out with each thrust, and he went deeper, harder, faster. He pulled out just before he came, and I sat up, kneeling in front of him, slipping his dick into my mouth.

I slowly pumped, licking it and moaning, humming. It made him gasp as vibrations reverberated through his manhood. I felt a muscle contraction, and PJ yelled my name, and my mouth filled with cum. I brought my mouth up to his and we drank the sweet liquid, our lips moving together, our tongues swiping against our teeth.

When we finally pulled apart, I whispered, "I love you, PJ."

"I love you, too, Skylar."

Okey-dokey. This was written for silent-air-of-sylphs. They requested a lemon, so I wrote one for them. You honestly don't have to review, but whatever.

Hope you liked!

~GhostHunt13