To be honest with herself, it wasn't fun, more of a routine. Klavier pressed her down on to the bed, tearing at her clothes and getting more aroused by it. Ema on the other hand just laid there, it was almost like rape, only one person was going to get pleasure out this.

He'd pressed her legs open, swiftly entering her. It hurt. She couldn't deny it. At least she wasn't going to get pregnant from this, she'd taken those precautions. Not that the glimmerous 'bad-ass' (according to a magazine article she'd read) rocker even wanted a child, just to get laid on a regular basis.

She let him pump her for a period of time. Offering herself to do what he wanted. She then cried in false ecstasy, tightening all the muscles in the lower half of her body to fake an orgasm. Satisfied, Klavier pulled out. She gripped his hard cock in her hand and pumped him until he came.

"Goodnight baby." He kissed her before falling into a satisfying and deep sleep. Ema waited for ten minutes, holding back her desire to cry. She then slipped from his grip, grabbing the silk dressing gown off the hook and her cellphone. She wrapped the gown round herself and stood out on the balcony. Sliding the doors shut softly.

She did cry now. She'd been dating Klavier for six months. In those six months he'd showered her with gifts and whatever else she wanted. In return he only wanted a few things from her: first he was one of those men who didn't like a woman to shave, she hated it but she wanted to please him, she had found out that many Germans liked women that way. Second, early in the relationship he had asked her if he could have sex regularly, which she soon discovered meant pretty much every night.

Sex with Klavier had lost all meaning, being with Klavier had lost all meaning. Why? He didn't love her. It sounded stupid but he never displayed his love to her. It was almost as if he was…afraid. They never spoke, they very rarely kissed anymore and recently, with a string of concerts coming up, he was disappearing overnight. She looked out over the roofs of the building.

She stood, leaning against the balcony to look at the bright lights of a house nearby. She could hear loud music, screaming and people jumping into a swimming pool.
"Looks like someone's having fun…" She sighed. "…at least one person in this god damned area is…" She reached for her cellphone.

She searched her contacts for a good friend, Apollo.

-x-x-

Little did she know, Apollo was in the house where the party was.
"Dude! How the fuck are you not wasted!" The man was slightly older than Apollo, although he looked like he was much older, then again, Apollo looked young.
"I don't get drunk." He took a mouthful of the vodka and cola. It was true, he could drink as much as he wanted and never got wasted.
"I can't believe my parents left town for a week!" He laughed loudly.
"Me neither. How'd you pull it off Spencer?"

Apollo attended his university alongside Spencer. Unlike Spencer, whose parents funded for him to attend, Apollo had studied hard to be awarded his scholarship. At first, Apollo thought Spencer was some snot nosed, prissy, little rich kid but it turned out he wasn't such a bad guy.

"Dude, parents just packed up and fucked off." He tripped over a girl who was so sat outside the door to one of the many bathrooms. Supping a bottle of beer. Apollo grabbed Spencer's collar and pulled him back up.

They were out in the garden or more appropriately the big ass pool party. Tons of people were just leaping down into the pool.

"Yo dude. You're a fucking hit with the ladies. Get your butt in that fucking pool!" he grabbed Apollo's cellphone and wallet and chucked the items to Apollo's best friend called Cass (or Cassie) lounging by the poolside.

"Get your ass in that water!" She called and Apollo leapt in. His hair was no longer spiked up, the impact with the water washing the gel out.

He had to admit, many of the girls in there were hot, but none of them meant anything to him. Apollo noticed that some of the boys, who odds were, Spencer didn't even know were coming onto the girls and it showed how desperate they were to get it on. Apollo smiled as Spencer leapt in too. Spencer was a hit with the women because of his cash, everyone wanted to fuck Apollo because he looked hot.

"Apollo, I think your cell's beeping!" Cassie called. Apollo tumbled out and used Cassie's jacket to dry his hands. Apollo ran to the front of the house as fast as he could.

"Hello?"

Ema found comfort in his voice.
"Apollo…" She whispered.

"Hey Ema, what's the matter?"
"Where are you?" She asked as she heard the sound of the stereo.

"Huh, oh well I'm at a party." Just as he said it, Spencer emerged.

"Oh sorry man, didn't realise you were on the phone." He mumbled before sitting on his door step.

"I need to talk to you…but if you're half drunk it doesn't matter."
"Do I sound half drunk to you?" He still sounded normal.

"Well…no."
"Do you want me to go over there and talk to you? I'm not that far away tonight."

"Oh but Klavier."
"Pssh screw him, you're as much my friend as he is." Apollo chuckled. Suddenly they heard a tumble, two squeals and a lot of movement. A young couple had fallen through the small panel of fence that separated the front and back yard and looked like they were gonna try to have sex on the front lawn of Spencer's house.

"What's going on?" Ema asked intrigued by the commotion and whistles.

"Yo Spence! You might wanna get them off the lawn!" Apollo called.

"Ah man, my parents are gonna kill me for this…" He grumbled. "Alright lovebirds, into the house with you, go screw each other in the bathroom if you have to."
"Dude that's wrong." Apollo sighed. "Ema I'll be over there in five minutes." He looked to Spencer who had managed to get the couple indoors. "I've gotta run to one of the houses on the next street."
"No problem man."

Apollo ran as fast as he could there. The spotlights illuminating the pathway so nobody stepped on Klavier's precious lawn illuminated Apollo's figure. Ema noticed him and waved before heading inside, carefully creeping past Klavier and running downstairs to unlock his door. She wouldn't speak to Apollo until she'd put him in one of the soundproofed rooms.

"Thanks for coming." She sighed taking the seat opposite where Apollo sat, embarrassed as her gown rose up slightly and Apollo could tell she hadn't shaven her legs in a while.
"It's ok, I was only around the corner at the Shaw's house anyway."

"Who do you know who lives there?"
"Their son Spencer, he's my best friend." Apollo waited for a moment. "What's the matter, you look like you've been crying."

"I thought sex was supposed to be pleasurable…" She mumbled.

"I…uh…wouldn't know." Apollo looked at her, shocked he was being honest.

"Huh? You're still a -!"

"I'm still a virgin, yes." Apollo smiled.

"I don't believe it!" She giggled. "You can't be!"
"I'm not lying."
"Yes you are." She slapped him playfully.

"No I'm not."
"But you…all those girls…" She choked on her giggles.

"Sure, girls are all over me. Sure I've received more lap dances of strangers than Klavier probably has in his whole life. But it doesn't mean I've slept with them." Ema accepted it as the truth.

"Well…" Ema pushed him on to the edge of his seat and sat alongside him, her tone saddening again. "…I still need help…"
"With what?"
"I'm not happy."
"I can tell." Apollo added: "But I can't help until you tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not happy with Klavier."
"Well…um…" Apollo hesitated. "I don't know what to say."
"Can't I stay at your apartment tonight?" Ema asked. Apollo glanced at his phone, it was earlier than he thought, ten thirty. Then again, he had been partying since half six that evening.
"Go tell Klavier you're going then." Apollo nodded towards the door. He text Spencer to say he was heading home.

-x-x-

He almost fell through the door as he got back to his apartment, Ema in tow. He left her to settle in his second bedroom before heading into his own. That evening, as he entered deep sleep, he thought of Ema's words 'I'm not happy with Klavier'. He tried his best to forget the words.

Ema opened his bedroom door, watching the brunette boy sleeping. She thought back to before she dated Klavier. It was about a fortnight before a prom all the police and attorneys and other members of the court were going to attend. She was going to ask Apollo, she didn't want to be shunned though. She knew many girls fancied him, even her sister said he was cute and she knew Trucy fancied him too. She also didn't want to be shunned because he was younger than her – it was practically cradle snatching. He looked younger too…what if she got accused of statuary rape – even though he WAS older than sixteen but he looked so little.

Her back slid down the wall as she continued to watch him. He was silent, the only sound in the room was his soft and gentle breathing. She crawled across the floor and to the edge of his bed. She shivered as she touched his skin, realising he'd removed his shirt.

Apollo knew he was dreaming. He thought back to what Ema had told him previously, of how it was hurting her to please Klavier. Then he recalled what he had caught Klavier doing more than once. He was confused, scared even. He woke in a fright, throwing the covers back and scaring Ema, causing her to fall on her backside screech in pain.

"What are you doing?" He panted, recovering from shock.