It was no other Thursday night. She came over, he ripped his pants off, they had sex. It had been like this for six months.
"Maya," Lucas said, panting as he thrusted, "I think we should stop."
"But neither of us have orgasmed," she said confused.
"No," he said, rolling himself to the other side of the bed, "This," he waved his hand, gesturing between himself and Maya, "has to stop."
"I thought you wanted this," Maya said as she laid her head on his chest.
He picked up her hair, playing with it. "I do," he whispered, "But you like Josh."
She picked her head up, staring at Lucas, confused. "I like Josh, so what? We're not gonna sleep together on the first date. Plus, you're too good to give up."
"Good like, conscience good? Or sex good?" he asked, smirking.
She chuckled. "Both." She rested her head back on Lucas' chest. "You know, Huckleberry, you are the last person I thought I would ever sleep with."
"Oh, ya?" he said. "And who did you think you would sleep with? Farkle?"
She rolled her eyes. "Very funny, Bucky McBoingBoing."
Lucas picked the baseball sheets off his body and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Oh no you don't," Maya said, pulling his shoulder back to the mattress. "We're not finished yet." She straddled him, unhooking her bra.
"We aren't?" Lucas said sarcastically.
"Nope," she smirked. "Round two, here we come."
They started again.
You're probably wondering, how in the fuck did these two end up routinely sleeping together? Well, I'm about to tell you.
Lucas had a brief slutty stage in freshman year. Hooking up with girls left and right, partying til the sun came up, just being a slut. But he had never gotten to sex. When the guys wanted to know all the details of sex with Missy Bradford (as Lucas had claimed had happened), he panicked. So, he turned to the one girl he loved as a friend and asked for help. Maya, newly single and deflowered, complied. She told him everything he needed to know; positions, slang, what things looked like. As Lucas' stories went on, they seemed repetitive and boring. So, he asked for help again. Maya, on the other hand, had another idea.
"You do all my homework for a week," she said.
"Fine." He sighed.
"And no kissing. Or oral. Just plain old coitus." she said.
"Who in the fuck uses the word coitus?" he asked.
"Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory," she whispered, not wanting Lucas to know she watched that show. He giggled at the thought of Maya watching such a geeky show. "Riley's in Zayland, getting her boobs honked so what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"Have sex with me," he said with a creepy smirk.
"After that face, no way." She rolled her eyes.
He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "Please, Maya?" he asked, with his puppy dig green eyes.
"Fine." She said, jerking her arm out of his hand. "Thursday, 5:30. Bring your homework and a condom."
That Thursday was the first of many. It was the best sex she had ever had. There was no commitment. No holding hands, no mandatory 'Look at me I have a boyfriend!' Instagram pictures. Just sex.
No one knew. Maya's mom always worked the Thursday night shift, so she didn't know. Their friends were too busy hooking up with each other. It was their secret. Their perfect secret.
A/N: This story is named after the Troye Sivan song Fools, because HAVE YOU SEEN THE VIDEO OMFG.