For anyone reading Phoenix I'm going to be working on that again too. I'm sorry for disappearing. My life has just been really crazy busy. It's slowed down a little and I've missed writing. This idea pretty much came out of nowhere. I've been wanting to write for awhile now. Thank you so much for the support! =)

Bourbon St.

The street was a river of drunk men and women of all different age, color, and shapes. Fear struck instantly, and everything in the petite teenager told her to turn around and run as fast as her legs could take her. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around her small frame as she began walking further and further away from the dark Porsche, wanting to both laugh and cry.

Brown eyes stayed away from the mostly naked women shaking their asses outside of the bars, luring anyone drunk or desperate enough to want a lap dance, in. This was nothing like she'd imagine. Coming from a small Mississippi town, this was HUGE, a mighty culture shock, she walked a bit faster wondering how the many police officers could just stand around and allow them to openly caress their bodies. Nothing like this would be allowed back home.

This was... wrong.

Mostly everyone who walked by had a drink in their hand, she wasn't a fan of alcohol, didn't smoke, and for religious reasons, was saving herself for marriage, the vow reflected with a purity ring worn on her left hand; the brunette had no idea what she was doing on Bourbon street. A wrong turn on the interstate could be blamed, but it was her decision not to get off and turn around, heading back to her best friend's house like originally planned- No, that would have been too easy.

Curiosity was to blame. A few of her peers had ventured out to the infamous party street, bringing back with them adventurous stories and a bad hang over, for some reason, she had always wanted to see it for herself. A completely new world outside of small town country life. She had done a lot of traveling with her parents, but that was different. Her parents sheltered her from places like this, explaining they were for people who didn't have God in their life.

A golden cross hung from her neck, and there wasn't a church in sight. Even the clothing on her body seemed to be standing out, a lot of the other women barely wearing anything, she was beginning to think this wasn't a good idea. I don't belong here, She thought watching two men openly make out by one of the many bars. I have to get out of here.

Fear struck and her stride became more persistent, the nervous teenager walked off the street and onto the sidewalk, eying the many bars lined up in front of her. The signs on some were inviting, momentarily capturing her interest with bright neon lighting- Stopping dead in her tracks, she looked around realizing she had no idea where she parked. Lord help me...

"ID." The deep voice of the tall security guard got her attention. Turning her head, she watched a couple standing at the door of a bar reach into their pockets, fishing for their wallets.

The tall man's eyes found hers, greeting her stoically. With a timid smile, she walked away wanting to beat her head up against a wall. Why hadn't being 18 crossed her mind? Surely, there wouldn't be anything for a 17 year old to do. Guessing by all the police officers, she assumed all the bars were keeping an eye out for minors- Did she even want to venture into one?

Discouraged and scared- finding her car was the only thing occupying her thoughts. A light sheen of sweat began coating her smooth skin, she didn't know how long she'd been searching, but her legs were begging for a break. A place on a nearby corner captured her eye.

Rainbow flags gently swayed in the light breeze, techno music blared from two establishments sitting across from each other, there were attractive shirtless men standing on the balcony- Her preacher talked about these two places every now and then. Pub and Oz, for the homosexuals. Bits and pieces of southern decadence talk came to mind, protesting- She couldn't remember enough to understand. Magnolia wasn't too far from New Orleans, they made a big deal about Bourbon St, drinking, and... homosexuality.

There were a few in her school, but she didn't really know any of them. A couple of family members were, but they were all distant, living their lives far far away from hers. The same curiosity that brought her to the party street, also brought her to the doors of pub. There were no guards requesting for ID.

Hesitantly, she walked inside.

The room was foggy with cigarette smoke, filled mostly with men, many dancing, others just standing around with a drink in their hands talking to the person beside them. The brunette's jaw dropped watching one blonde haired man lean over to passionately kiss another dark haired man. A blush violently painted her face red as she walked a little faster through the crowd, stopping at a staircase.

Two young men walked down flashing her a kind smile before walking off. The teenager took a quick breath and then carefully walked up the steep staircase, eyes widening as she reached the top.

The second story was mostly dance floor and flashing lights, bodies crowded the room, moving to the blaring trance music. All of a sudden aware of her staring, she looked away from the two kissing men and found a lonely table to sit at.

Watching two men was... different. She didn't know how to feel about any of this, maybe she wasn't as adventurous as she thought. At the moment, she felt like a lost scared little girl wanting her Mommy and Daddy. They'd kill her if they ever found out she sat in a Bourbon St. gay club.

Especially her father.

Famous Christian Rock star Raife Davies would be furious! She'd most likely be back on a bicycle, her Porsche given to charity. God, I am so sorry. Please help me fi- "Hello Beautiful," A deep voice in her ear brought her attention back to the bar, looking up she met bloodshot eyes, Oh Heavens, what else could go wrong? "Dance with me."

The smell of the man's breath was repulsive. Beer was the worst thing for the mouth, and from the way he held onto the table to keep his balance, it was obvious he had drank a lot of it. "No thank you." She politely declined, her soft voice bearing a gentle hint of a Southern accent. Please God, make this man go away...

A rough hand landed on her thigh, frustration starting to form the young guys face. Her body tensed up freezing under the unexpected touch. Why did I come here? Lord, what a mess I have gotten myself into..."Come on, don't be shy."

"Please, I really-"

A glass was placed on the table, grabbing the teenager's and the drunk man's attention. Brown eyes trailed up a slender arm, stopping at a pair of dark aviators.

"Go away!" The man yelled over the loud music, "We're busy."

His words meant nothing to the blonde and his presence was completely ignored as she released the glass, moving around the table. Brown eyes stayed fixated on dark aviators, watching them approach... until her breath caught. Gentle hands landed on her knees, slowly moving up as she bent down. The kiss was unexpected, but for reasons she couldn't explain, it was returned.

Their lips moved softly against each other, a pleasant mint flavor filling the teenagers mouth. Her hands gripped the bar stool tightly, knuckles white, all rational thought disappeared along with the rest of the universe. Her soft touch against her face, teasing her skin so sweetly. Nothing was rushed, the lips tasting hers savoring, sweetly devouring each breath leaving her lungs- And just as they came, they vanished.

"He's gone."

Brown eyes fluttered opened. The world came crashing down and realization struck, hard. His hand burning through her thigh, squeezing harder, his beer stained breath, the hungry look in his bloodshot eyes, the missing car, her parents, boyfriend! The woman in her arms attempted to pull away, "No!" She yelled from the top of her lungs grasping desperately at her arm, tears forming, "Please don't go," She begged fear replacing...

The blonde stared a moment, examining the girl with terror filled eyes. It was that same expression that brought her to the brunette in the first place. She looked absolutely terrified of the man sitting beside her. Knowing it was pointless to argue with a drunk, she did the next best thing. Convinced him the young brunette was just another dyke, it never seemed to fail. "Where are your friends?" She calmly asked, reaching back without breaking eye contact.

"I-I came alone." She stammered, the tears rolling down one after another. How pathetic she felt desperately holding onto this stranger. The thought of being alone had her panicked. What if someone else came along and what if they were more aggressive? She wouldn't be able to protect herself, hell! She couldn't even leave this god awful place! "Please don't go! I-I- He-"

"Shhh," The blonde interrupted bringing the glass up to her lips with one hand while wiping the tears away with the other. "Drink this. It'll help calm you down."

Without any hesitation, she downed the shot glass filled with jager, chocking on the brown liquid setting a fire down her throat. "That's awful!" She dropped the glass wincing at the intense taste in her mouth. Shaking her head, she found the strangers face with a scowl. "How was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"You stopped crying, didn't you?" Amusement laced the quick comment, the blonde couldn't stop the smile from shaping her lips. The poor girl looked as though her own puppy had just bit her. A betrayed sad angry look on her face.

It was cute.

"Yes and now I want to puke."

"Just after one?" The blonde attempted to move, and quickly remembered the steel grip the girl had on her arm. "You don't drink, do you?" The brunette shook her head confirming the blonde's suspicions. It made her wonder. Why was someone who doesn't drink alone on Bourbon St? Judging by the youthful features gazing up at her, it was likely the girl simply wasn't old enough. Must be 19 or 20, Upon further investigation, the girl's attire seemed a bit too conservative for Bourbon. The cross... ohhhhh. "Are you one of those obnoxious bible pamphlet fuckers?" The alcohol and the small bit of drugs in her system meant no filters! She didn't give a fuck who she was offending- Until she felt the girl tense up again, the grip on her arm quickly retreating, the tears... Oh shit. "I didn't mean, fuck."

Oh Lord, why did I get myself into such a big mess! I just want to go back home and get into my bed and forget this whole thing! Burying her face into her hands, heavy sobs wracked her body. I don't belong here! The arms wrapping around her small frame made her freeze up, "Shhh, It's okay, you're going to be okay." She melted into the stranger's embrace completely falling apart.

Awkwardly, the blonde ran a hand over soft brunette curls. Shit, Behind dark aviators, she watched the girl she had been dancing with shoot bullets at her from across the room. The tall red head lit a fire of desire within her and just as she was about to taste those supple lips, she caught the guy out of the corner of her eye. What made her turn her head? She wasn't sure, but the look on the girl's face worried her. Without a word, she left the red head and kissed the girl crying in her arms instead. "That's it, just breathe. You're okay." Sorry, She mouthed to the fuming woman openly staring at her, not really caring. She was too fucked up to feel bad. "Lets get out of here." She suggested feeling the brunette's sobs begin to subside.

The teenager slowly pulled away, wiping her eyes. "I'm so sor-sorry." The words came out an embarrassed stammer. A blush crept on her face, the stranger's vest and exposed midriff were soaked in her tears. "I'm a mess."

"It's okay." The blonde helped her off the seat, almost losing her balance in the process. "I am too."

The air outside- Well it seemed there was no air with the crowd of people flooding the street. The blonde's hand never left the brunette's back as she led them down Bourbon not really sure where they were going. The ecstasy in her pocket and another drink was the only coherent thought in her head. "This isn't working." She muttered as some guy rudely bumped into her. Large crowds mostly annoyed her, especially drunk ones.

The brunette stayed close to the taller girl's side, feeling... safe. With a side glance, she drank up the sight the darkness of the bar had kept hidden. The stranger, whose name was a complete mystery, had long flawless blonde hair, not a strand out of place. The aviators stayed in place over her eyes- With a blush, she looked away from the dark lenses.

"Something on my face?" A smile followed the casual inquire as they turned off Bourbon, walking onto one of the many side roads.

"Sorry, that was rude of me."

"Don be litl lady, we all be makin mistakes every now an again, ya hear?" All embarrassment disappeared. Amusement now painted the girl's face as she turned hear head, meeting a big toothy grin.

"Are you making fun of me?" The question was playful, but she was in a bit of awe at how her fake accent sounded a lot like the people back home. The other girl nonchalantly turned her head, breaking eye contact. "I would never disrespect a Southern Belle, especially one believing in the good ol faith."

Unconsciously, a hand went up to the golden cross around her neck. She idly played with the charm, quietly thinking. "I don't hate you." She carefully worded, thinking back to their kiss. Another blush covered her face, "I know a lot of people who do," The people at her church came to mind, her parents... "But I don't."

But you spread hate. The thought came out of nowhere and even in her drunken stupor, she couldn't help but feel a bit of annoyance. She didn't know for sure, but the girl she led around the quarter came off as one of the many ignorant christian assholes who went around Bourbon preaching hate. Why else would someone like her be on Bourbon? She wasn't looking to get fucked or fucked up, there would be no other explanation... Right?

"Of course you don't." Speaking an octave above a mutter, she reached for the golden cross. "Because you're my beautiful girlfriend." With little force, she lured the younger girl by the necklace, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Feeling a slight tremor in the body she held, the blonde pulled away, throwing a quick glance to her right. "Isn't she beautiful?"

The brunette watched the exchange, between the stranger and a bouncer standing outside a bar, in a daze of confusion. I'm not your girlfriend... The tall muscular man looked at her smiling. "She's very beautiful." His arm moved for the door. "Enjoy your evening."

"Thank you."

Still being led by the gold charm, the young brunette silently entered the bar. It was different from the night club. Men and women either played pool or sat drinking at the bar. The older woman released her walking casually to one of the empty bar stools. "I'll have vodka." Brown eyes slightly widened at the 100 bill she dropped.

"Just vodka?" The bar tender asked taking the money.

"And a coke in a separate glass please."

"That's an expensive drink." The awe in the girl's voice was mirrored in her eyes.

"I don't make your average income." She briefly explained motioning for the under age girl to have a seat.

"Doctor?" She playfully questioned taking the offer.

Two glasses were placed in front of them. "Not quite."

"Lawyer?"

"Pharmacist." Reaching into one of her pockets, the blonde pulled out a small silver case. Steady fingers pressed the latch revealing an assortment of different pills.

"You shouldn't do that." The young girl's voice went into one ear and out the other as she downed a small white tablet with a healthy swallow of vodka.

"There's a lot of things I shouldn't do." The young brunette filled her vision. The conservative clothing and behavior took little away from her beauty. A hunger set in as her eyes lowered, admiring the girl sitting dangerously close beside her. Fuck the good ol faith. "Like kiss you," She whispered softly caressing the side of the girl's face with one hand.

"Why not?" The words were whispered back, tickling her lips. They were so close from the innocent pair wanting to be captured.

"Because," Blue eyes lowered. "This isn't you." Casually, she turned on her seat, facing the bar. "Drink your coke." Quietly, she brought her own drink to her lips.

The brunette did what she was told, trying to calm her shaky hands. Every nerve in her body seemed to be going haywire, the stranger ordering another drink to blame. No guy has every made her feel this way, the butterflies in her stomach very new, she didn't know how to settle them, it scared her. "I should go home." The words were shaky, unsure. "But I'm lost."

"Well then Dorthy, lets go find that yellow brick road."

The world seemed a bit more shaky and swirly than she last remembered. It's amazing how vodka could change the dynamics of ground. "Are you going to be okay?" The concern wasn't lost on the blonde enjoying the wave of warmth running through her system. The high starting from the tip of her head to the end of her toes, having the arm around her waist steadying each step enhancing the sensations.

"Yes, walking is just a bad idea right now. You smell really good by the way." How had she not noticed it before? The girl in her arm filled every sense in her body, the light vanilla scent making her more appetizing. "Catch this carriage coming by." She whispered in her ear, very softly kissing the tender lobe. The vanilla became more alive as she ran her nose behind her ear, tickling the skin there.

"Excuse me, Sir. We need a ride." Blonde hair abruptly swayed as she lifted her head. Where were they? What the hell were they doing? Why was there a fucking horse staring at her? "The driver wants to know where we're headed." Blinking a moment, that's all she could seem to do staring into brown inquisitive eyes. "You're lost too aren't you?" They changed, becoming more worried, fearful.

"No," I just can't help but think how bad I want to fuck you right now. "I know exactly where to go." She declared proudly, smiling just as proud. She stepped onto the tall carriage with the help of the younger brunette, settling onto the wooden bench seat. "Lets have a tour of the city."

The driver began speaking, telling stories of every street they slowly strolled through. A smile of amusement was firmly placed on her face as she stared out into the city, listening to the young girl beside her ask question after question after question. The awe and amazement in her voice got her chuckling from time to time, earning her an amused 'what?' from the brunette. Leaning forward, she stole a kiss, murmuring 'nothing' as she sat back and turned her head, facing the city once more.

It seemed she could feel her blood rushing through her body, the pressure almost begging to be released. The brunette slightly readjusted beside her, sitting closer than before, driving her absolutely crazy. The ecstasy gaining more and more control of her actions, she wanted to devour every inch of the olive skin touching her own. "You're knuckles are white." A new warmth invaded her senses as a slightly smaller hand began caressing her tense one. She looked down watching the brunette lightly knead the skin there with gentle fingertips.

She stopped them, taking the girl's hand in her own. "I used to wear one of these." She looked into the girl's face, watching closely, removing the silver from her finger. There was no sign of discomfort, she looked down, examining the purity ring with a smirk. It closely resembled one she wore in her teenage years. Everyone in her Catholic High School wore one. Hardly anyone respected what it stood for. She was one of those people. Lost her virginity at 16 to a boyfriend, and then again that same year to a girl. "Stop the carriage."

After paying the driver, she walked with more control to a black iron gate, digging in her back pocket for a small set of keys. The brunette was quiet as she unlocked the gate. "Where are we?" The blonde closed the gate behind them, smiling in the darkness.

"My backyard." There was a large fountain in the corner of the yard, in front, a large bed-like lounge facing the mini waterfall. Out of the public eye, the blonde sunk further into the ecstasy, walking behind the brunette. "Isn't it breath taking?" She pressed her body into the younger girl's, caressing her hips with her hands. "So serene, refreshing."

A slight moan escaped her parted lips, she had planned on stopping the hands wandering up and down her body, but moaned instead feeling those hands lightly brush over her breasts. The mouth whispering sweetly in her ear was now on her neck, kissing up and down her throat. "I want you, I want to taste you, touch you, I want be inside you, I want to be so deep inside you, until you scream and beg me to stop. Has anyone ever taken you like that before?"

"No." She sighed, her body humming with desire, overwhelmed with yearn.

"Good." With one hand, she cupped the brunette's breast, and with the other, cupped her face, taking her lips in a searing kiss.

Bluish

Why so bright? I hate the sun, I hate that I have no curtains, I hate morning hangovers, I hate- Blue eyes opened, wincing at the morning light, she fought back a groan. Everything hurt, mostly her head, and she was sore and- There was a bluish dildo erect between her thighs. Eyes wide, pain ignored, she shot up into a sitting position looking to her right. There was a body lying next to her, a body she was trying very hard to remember. A fully clothed body, she discovered gently lifting the covers. "Hey."

"Hm?" The body mumbled sleepily.

"You have to get up." There was no playfulness in her voice, the pounding in her head along with confusion and annoyance making her irritable. "I have places to go, and unfortunately, people to see."

It took the brunette a second to realize where she was waking up and who she was waking up to. A blush filled her cheeks and she looked away from the blonde taking the strap on off. The night before had been crazy, and incredible, crazily incredible. The blonde did what she had wanted, and surprisingly, it wasn't rushed or painful. She took her time exploring her body, teasing her, turning her into a virgin begging for more, and she complied taking her body to heights unimaginable more than once in different rooms of the house. She had fallen asleep only to wake up shortly after to the blonde tasting or touching a new part of her body.

"Did you hear me?" The question was asked from the corner of the room. The blonde was digging in her dresser, back to the brunette sitting in bed, daydreaming. "I have to go," She turned around facing the teen. "So do you."

"I'm lost." She explained almost helplessly. "You told me last night you'd help me find my car. I saw it last night on the carriage ride. I typed in the name of the Hotel I parked by on my phone."

"That works. We'll just leave after my shower." Grabbing a towel, she turned her head before stepping into the bathroom. "You can join if you want."

"No thank you."

Another blush followed the answer, the blonde couldn't believe she'd even slept with the seemingly shy girl. "We did sleep together right?" She couldn't help but ask, foggy memories came up but she didn't know if they were real or maybe a dream... "I did wake up wearing hypnotic."

"Hypnotic?" Pointing to the bluish toy sitting on the dresser, it dawned on her who or what hypnotic was. Even with a blush, she couldn't help but smile in amusement. "You named it?"

"Yeah, don't you name yours?"

"I don't have any." She responded with a brief head shake. "My parents would kill me."

"Yeah well, you're not a teenager anymore. You're old enough to not have to worry about what they think." For some reason, the way the brunette quickly looked away bothered her. The clothes she was holding in her hands fell as it dawned on her. Oh shit. "You are old enough... right?" The question had nothing to do with her parents.

The brunette understood and looked everywhere but at the staring blonde. She could feel her eyes burning holes into her skin, she opened her mouth just ready to agree with the blonde, but it was too late. She was a horrible liar. "Fuck me, you're just a kid!" Running a hand through her hair, the blonde began pacing. "I fucked some little kid last night-"

"I'm not a little kid!"

"You're a little girl in high school, you know nothing about the real world and your terrified of your parents." Burying her face into her hands, she groaned. "And I fucked you. You're parents could sue the shit out of me." Looking around, she laughed. "This house could be yours and you could fucking visit me from time to time in a fucking jail cell with my roommate Sam the big butch momma of the house-"

"Has this crossed your mind before?" The brunette interrupted slightly hurt and also amused by the blonde's behavior. "The last thing I'd ever tell my parents is how I slept with a woman in New Orleans."

"Speaking of," The blonde took the ring off her hand, approaching the bed. She didn't remember ever putting it on, in her fucked up state of mind, she must have thought it'd be hilarious fucking Ashley while wearing her promise to God. "This is yours."

"Thank you." The brunette murmured taking the ring. She put it back in place and didn't feel right wearing it, not after everything she had done with- "What's your name?" The question stopped the blonde from entering the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder. "Gabby. Yours?"

"Ashley."

"It's nice to meet you, Ashley." She smirked. "I'm going to take a shower now. I need to put some clothes on, you're barely old enough for rated R movies much less live action porn."

The brunette couldn't help but laugh at the outrageous statement. There was little joy in the outburst, just bitterness. "Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" Without another word, Spencer walked into the other room, leaving Ashley alone on the bed.