A/N - Thank you so much for all of your kind messages and reviews. I really appreciate the love! :) This chapter does contain just a wee bit o lemon towards the end so be warned and look away if that's not your thing. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer - I'm not following the Twilight series timeline of events, I don't own anything, and I'm DEFINITELY not Stephanie Meyer.

Jared's eyes grew wide and his bronzed complexion turned a shade darker. "Oh, yeah…right…Kim Callaway." He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. Maggie stole a peek through the fingers still covering her face.

"I… ah…didn't…recognize…you" Jared managed stiltedly. Paul chuckled.

"Your…um…hair is…different?" Jared continued valiantly. Paul snorted loudly, openly relishing in Jared's awkward predicament. Maggie groaned.

I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed beyond comprehension, but seeing Jared's obvious distress somehow took precedence over my own discomfiture. So maybe he hadn't noticed I existed in the 17 years I'd lived down the street from him, or in the 12 years I'd gone to the same school with him, or in the 8 years I'd volunteered at the school library where his mom was Librarian in an attempt to make inroads with my future mother-in-law. He was noticing me now, wasn't he? That mattered for something. Truthfully, it mattered for everything to me, and I wasn't about to let Paul make him feel like an idiot for it.

"Y-e-ah. I…ah…cut it" I squeaked out, staring shyly down at our still joined hands. When I looked up again Jared's perfect lips were breaking into that megawatt smile I lived for. I was dazzled and couldn't suppress a grin of my own.

"It looks really nice" he complimented. "I cut mine over the summer too." He smiled even broader. I bit my lower lip in nervous excitement.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me" Paul chortled.

Jared rolled his eyes in annoyance at Paul's unwelcome commentary and muttered dismissively, "Thanks for the re-introduction, Paul. I got it from here, man."

"Hmmf… sure you do" Paul mumbled dryly. In my periphery Paul's form seemed to turn away for a moment and I thought that he was going to finally leave us in peace. But as he stepped away uttering a "later" to Jared, something made him stop in his tracks and turn back again.

I was still swimming in the depths of Jared's chocolate irises, but from the corner of my eye I saw and rather felt Paul move to stand closely at my side. Too close. It seemed as if he was generating as much heat as Jared and suddenly the air around me became a bit stifling. Why couldn't Paul just disappear and leave us alone?

"Well, well, I guess you did mature a bit over the summer, didn't you, Kimmie?" Paul's voice sounded oddly silky and I felt a strange fluttering sensation in my belly.

"Uh…yeah…I…ah…got new boots" I answered lamely without breaking eye contact from Jared, hoping Paul would take the hint and leave already.

"Yeah, right…nice… boots" Paul breathed heatedly.

I could feel Paul's eyes on me, distracting me from my glorious moment with Jared. More heat washed over me and I felt an odd coiling sensation in my stomach. I wanted to be lost in everything Jared, but to my irritation an overwhelming compulsion to turn towards Paul overcame me.

I swiveled my head to find Paul staring intently at my breasts. His eyes were dark, almost black. His pink, bow lips were parted slightly, and he seemed to be breathing a bit hard as I noticed his massive, muscled chest and broad shoulders heaving smoothly up and down. The muscles in his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared as ebony eyes roved freely up and down my frame. My cheeks flushed crimson. Everywhere he looked at me I felt heat, as if he was directing a laser beam at me through his eyes.

What the…? Dear Lord, this was the strangest morning of my natural life.

Smoldering, deep set eyes finally met mine and I felt like I'd been sucker punched in the gut. They were bottomless, soulful, and they were penetrating my own with a gaze so predatory, so feral, it activated my flight response. I backed away from him, pulling my hand from Jared's in the process. Paul took a step closer and I backed up further until I was huddled next to Maggie up against the wall. Paul's gaze was unwavering in its intensity and I felt the coiling in my stomach intensify, spreading the warm, fluttering sensation straight to my core. A soft, choked whimper inadvertently escaped me and I felt Maggie grab my hand in hers.

Paul's nostrils flared and his hands and arms began to tremble slightly. Holy mother he looked scary. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at us. As he took another step forward Jared's arm shot out across his chest to halt him.

"Whoa, whoa…uh…Paul? What are you doing, brother? Calm down" Jared's anxious words were spoken barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Why of all the…" Paul gritted out between clenched teeth. He looked furious and yet… sort of oddly…lustful? He was regarding me like he either wanted to throttle me or ravish me. I was terrified and confused, but my traitorous body felt bizarrely drawn to his intensity, to this insanity that was unfolding between us. My pulse beat wildly, the warmth and fluttering in my lower regions intensified to the point of discomfort and I felt moisture begin to pool between my legs.

"Back up, Paul, you're scaring her" Jared admonished.

Paul breathed in deeply and I watched as his irises seemed to take on a yellowish glint for a split second before returning to black. "That's not all I'm doing" he mumbled under his breath, regarding me pointedly. For some reason his voice and words made me even wetter. What in holy hell was wrong with me?

Girlish giggling and high-pitched chatter erupted from behind Paul and Jared's towering frames. I couldn't see them but I heard the distinct nasal tone of Darla's voice followed by Gabby's twitter. Great, my boots' new best friends had arrived.

"Fuck…incoming!" Jared swore softly, nudging Paul in the ribs in warning as Darla and Gabby fluttered over to us.

Darla pranced over and practically pounced on Jared. "Jared!" she shouted unnecessarily, clinging onto his arm and beginning to prattle on about some bonfire party at the beach. Jared cast an apologetic look in my direction as he appeared to be trying his best to disengage from her without being overly brusque in his dismissal.

"There you are, Paul!" Gabby exclaimed excitedly, throwing herself in front of him and effectively between us. Paul seemed to hesitantly break eye contact with me in order to look down at Gabby, who was now leaning into him, her perfectly manicured hands splayed eagerly across his chest. As much as I disliked Gabby, I knew I should have been thankful for her interruption. She had managed to deflect Paul's bizarre, unsettling attention away from me.

"You didn't call me" Gabby pouted up at him.

"Didn't say I would" he responded curtly, stealing a glance back at me.

She frown-pouted up at him and traced the indents along his muscled abs through his shirt with a long finger. "I missed you last night" she purred seductively, pressing the length of her body against him. Gee, subtle much?

Paul rolled his eyes over her head and I couldn't help but find some small satisfaction in that. Wait, why was I still standing here watching them? "You know I get busy, baby" he drawled. Ewe, he called her baby. Were they dating?

"I know" she whined, "and I'm very understanding of that." She rolled her hips into him suggestively, as if we were all in some dark, foggy nightclub and not a crowded school hallway under glaring fluorescent lights. "I just need a little attention sometimes" she said breathily.

He pulled her in closer to him and wrapped his long, corded arms around her waist. His large hands reached down to rub and squeeze Gabby's jean-clad, perfectly heart-shaped ass. They dipped a little too low for appropriate in my estimation as his fingers came to rest almost in the cleft between her legs. Gabby purred in approval and rolled her hips against him again, spreading her legs a little wider in the process. I thought I might be sick. I really should walk away. Or at least look away?

Paul's head bent low to Gabby's ear and I heard him whisper, "Don't I always take care of you, baby? Hmm?" Gabby nodded into his chest. "Don't I always give you the best attention?" His nose barely grazed the shell of her ear. "In all the most important places?" His long, seeking fingers dipped lower, tapping lightly between her spread legs for the briefest moment before retreating back to squeeze her ass. Gabby's eyes shut and her mouth hung open slightly as she seemed to melt into Paul's embrace. Jesus, where was a hall monitor when you needed one?

Maggie squeezed my hand, diverting my attention from the X-rated scene likely to be enacted right in front of us at any moment. "Let's get out of here" she whispered.

Paul's eyes darted to us. My cheeks were completely flushed. I can only imagine the expression I wore on my face at that moment. Panic? Confusion? Disgust? Horror? Disgust? Whatever it was, it seemed to amuse Paul immensely. His lips twitched into a smirk and a low chuckle reverberated deep in his chest. And then he had the audacity to wink at me.

Maggie took me by the elbow, blurted an uncharacteristically aggressive "Excuse me!" to Jared and Darla, who were blocking our path to my history classroom, and proceeded to almost plow into them with me in tow as they scrambled to step out of our way.

"Kim, Maggie, wait up!" Jared called after us.

"My bag?" I exclaimed, looking back at Jared and attempting to pull free of Maggie's grip.

Maggie dragged me a few more paces, dropped my elbow and went back herself to yank my bag from Jared's outstretched arm, sputtering a "thanks".

Wow, where was all this newfound aggression coming from? I really needed to sit down and talk to Maggie about her summer.

Returning with my bag, she quickly ushered us into my first period classroom, which was already packed with students. The teacher hadn't arrived yet so everyone was chatting and milling about. "I gotta run, the bell's gonna ring any minute."

I took my bag from her. "Yeah, okay. Thanks. See you at lunch if not sooner? "

She nodded. She seemed to be gathering herself. "Kim, we have to talk" she whispered, her eyes flitting about the classroom and back to the door nervously to make sure no one was listening, "that was all kinds of crazy out there."

"Uh, yea-ah…ya think? " I whispered back, "I thought they were gonna go at it right in front of us in the damn hallway!"

Maggie's eyes squinted at me in confusion. Her head tilted to the side. "Oh. Well, yeah…that part was weird… too… I guess…" she trailed off, staring at me like I had two heads.

The warning bell rang. Maggie jumped and clutched a hand to her chest. Damn, the girl was on edge.

"Do me a favor, Kim?" I nodded. She looked so serious. "Keep your distance from them both?" I frowned.

"Just…please? For now?" she implored. My non-committal frown remained. She sighed. "I gotta go." She shook her head, bouncing her mass of springy curls as she dashed gracefully from the room.

What? How could she even ask me that now? Now when by some answered prayer Jared was finally talking to me? Sweet Jesus he was actually smiling at me and holding my book bag. Asking me out on tours of LaPush no less?

She didn't have to ask me twice to stay away from Paul Lahote. I had no problem there. But Jared? This was the most attention I'd received from him my entire life. She couldn't seriously think I would ever stay away from him now? Now that he had the body of a freakin Adonis and he actually seemed more interested in talking to me, plain Kim Callaway, than to supermodel Darla! Teeheehee! I did a childish inner happy dance.

A cheesy grin overtook my face and I was giddy with excitement as I took one of the last few remaining seats available in my Quileute History class. As the final bell rang Jared and Gabby filed into the classroom. Jared immediately searched me out and rushed to snag the empty seat next to mine, blessing me with another one of his bedazzling smiles. I had a feeling my cheek muscles were going to be hurting by the end of the day and I couldn't have been happier about it.

Only a few minutes remained of my 4th period Physics class, the second class of the day I'd shared with Jared. Just as in History class, he'd purposefully chosen a seat next to mine. I was on cloud nine! I so desperately wanted to share my girlish glee over Jared with Maggie at lunchtime but I was conflicted, since I knew she was worried about him and Paul being in a cult or something and I didn't want to upset her further. She seemed so jumpy already lately. I'd decided her fears for me where Jared was concerned were completely unfounded. He'd been so sweet and gentlemanly to me all day long. So polite and adorable! There was just no way he could possibly be in a gang or doing drugs. The rez was replete with all manner of ridiculous, absurd gossip; always had been, always would be. Just because a few guys bulked out over the summer was no reason for people to jump to such unsavory conclusions.

The bell rang, signaling lunchtime. Before I had even gathered my books, Jared was at my side offering to carry them for me. I thanked him and we walked together towards the cafeteria. I was blushing again. I had been blushing all day.

"So, you said you were doing an internship over summer break?" Jared angled down closer into me as we strolled the noisy hall.

"Yeah, at my aunt's company in Los Angeles." I tipped my head up towards him, trying to ignore the stares and whispers I was sensing all around us. I couldn't help but notice and be a little bit intimidated by the many interested looks we were receiving as we made our way through the throng of students. Jared seemed completely unfazed by the attention.

"Cool. What did you do there?" Our shoulders brushed together as he leaned in even closer. God, he smelled nice.

"Um…my aunt Susie works for this big bank and well, basically, I helped out in her group which takes existing debt structures, refinances and repackages them into what they call pools, and then sells them to corporate investors." I recited the rehearsed response Alison had taught me. Wow, it sounded so lame and boring. I still didn't understand exactly what the heck they did with those "pools" or why anyone would want to buy them. I just knew it involved a lot of data and document collection on my part and staring at a lot of numbers on mind-numbing complicated excel spreadsheets all day long. I wish I could have boasted I'd been doing some exciting internship at Warner Brothers studios instead.

"Wow that sounds awesome! You're so lucky!" Jared gushed.

Huh? Really? He seemed sincere enough in his approval.

"So…um… can I join you for lunch? " Jared asked tentatively as we reached the cafeteria. He wanted to sit with me at lunch? This was all too much! I had to keep pinching myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Well…I was going to sit with Maggie…" I watched as his handsome face fell a little "so…could she sit with us too?"

He beamed. "Yeah, of course she can." I blushed…again!

We were early to the lunchroom and easily snagged an empty table near the corner. I hadn't had time to grocery shop since I'd gotten back and the food my dad kept on hand wasn't exactly lunch-worthy, so I excused myself to get in line while Jared kept our spots. His mom had packed him a lunch, naturally. Sandra Cameron was the Donna Reed of the reservation. She was beautiful and elegant and pretty much perfect in every way. She'd been my idol since being my Brownie troop leader when I was nine.

I purchased a bottled water, an apple and a pre-packaged salad. Figured it was best to eat light. I was already nervous enough to be eating with Jared.

When I returned Embry was sitting at our table across from Jared. I remembered Maggie telling me Embry was also in the new 'He-Men of LaPush' club but seeing it first hand was still startling. Embry had always been kind of lanky and awkward. Now he was as huge as Jared, maybe a tad taller, and equally as muscled. His long black hair had also been cropped. Embry was a sweet kid, smart and easy going but also a bit introspective and reserved, in a uniquely endearing sort of way. I'd always felt a kind of kinship with Embry, even though we'd never shared more than a casual acquaintance. Embry's shoulders were slumped and he had his head bent over a mountain of cafeteria food as I approached the table and took my seat next to Jared.

"Embry, hey! How was your summer?"

He glanced up briefly and nodded in my direction, mumbling "hey Kim" around a mouthful of food. His eyes looked hard and tired, his face drawn, his jaw set in a grim line. His face had thinned out and matured far beyond his years and he looked completely, utterly miserable.

"So what kinda prison food ya get?" Jared joked, eyeing my tray with interest.

My eyes remained riveted on Embry and for the first time I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was something more sinister going on in LaPush? The Embry in front of me was a mere shell of the boy I'd known him to be. He looked so empty, so… broken. His head remained bowed but I noticed Embry's eyes kept periodically drifting longingly to the left. I followed their path and saw his childhood best friends, Quil Ateara and Jacob Black, sitting at another table, looking somewhat dejected themselves. What was going on here? Was it like Maggie had said and he wasn't allowed to hang out with them anymore? Quil and Jacob appeared to have experienced their own growth spurts over the summer as well, although not quite as dramatic.

Jared glanced back and forth between me and Embry. He must have guessed my distress because he reached across the table and playfully punched Embry in the shoulder. "Em! Dude, snap out of it. You're freaking Kim out." Embry jolted, sat up a little straighter and mumbled "sorry" in my general direction.

"Sorry, Kim" Jared informed on Embry's behalf, "Embry's been feeling a little under the weather lately." I nodded absently in assent and proceeded to unwrap and inspect my "prison" salad.

Jared turned his twinkling eyes and the full power of his charm on me then. "So, Kim… some of us were gonna go to First Beach after school today. You know, play a little ball, hang out and soak up the last of these summer rays while we still can. You game?" I nervously swallowed a piece of dry iceberg lettuce. He bit his pouty lower lip and raised his eyebrows at me in eager anticipation. "Come on, you have to go! I promise it'll be fun. Please?"

My heartbeat picked up as my mind raced through a montage of romantic beach scenarios involving Jared and me. But…Ugh! I desperately needed to grocery shop and do laundry after school if I ever wanted to eat decent food again or have clean clothes. Fuck it! I'd been making responsible, pragmatic decisions my whole life. I could stay up late doing laundry and endure prison food for one more day.

"I'd love to" I whispered, blushing clear to my hairline…again!

Jared beamed his megawatt specialty at me. "Yes! Awesome."

A shy giggle bubbled forth from me at his infectious smile and enthusiasm. Embry dropped his head in his hands and sighed audibly.

I spotted Maggie as she entered the cafeteria and raised my hand to wave her over. When her eyes landed on me and my lunch companions, they widened in incredulous horror. Her jaw clenched in irritation and she shook her head minutely back and forth. The look of sheer disapproval and disgust she shot me was one I'd never seen from her before. Oh, shit, guess she really was serious earlier about wanting me to stay away from the He-Men club.

I smiled brightly at her, pretending not to notice her supreme annoyance, and waved her over again. She rolled her eyes and stormed back out of the cafeteria.

"Maggie!" I shot up out of my seat and called after her, just loud enough to draw mild attention from neighboring tables, but not loud enough to create a scene. Jared rose from his seat as well. I'd known Maggie since pre-school and I'd never seen her act this way. "Um…I gotta go" I muttered to Jared and Embry, gathering the remains of my tasteless lunch. Jared nodded sympathetically in understanding.

"Sure…meet me after school in the parking lot?" Warm knuckles brushed lightly back and forth against my elbow.

"Huh?" I startled, craning my neck back to look up into Jared's soft brown eyes.

"Beach."

"Oh. Yeah…right. See you then." I reassured shakily before bolting as inconspicuously as possible from the lunchroom.

I decided to check at Maggie's locker first, sprint-walking through deserted hallways. When I didn't find her there, I checked the band room, since she'd sometimes practiced clarinet at lunch. She wasn't there either. I tried all the outdoor courtyards, essentially jogging the entire perimeter of the school in the process. I was a little worried and a lot out of breath as I re-entered the school from the lower rear stairwell leading into the girls' and boys' locker rooms.

I was a shitty friend. For whatever reason, Maggie was genuinely creeped out by the He-Man club. And what did I do? Invite her to eat lunch with them after she begged me to keep my distance. I'd blown off my best friend because Jared the walking sex god was paying me attention after 12 years of stalking him. God, I was a jerk! It was the cardinal rule of sisterhood not to abandon your girlfriend just because a guy came along.

I didn't see Maggie the rest of the day and by 7th period I was fairly convinced she'd probably just gone home. As I shuffled into my 7th period AP Chemistry class I was warring with my conscience over whether I should still go to the beach with Jared or skip out and go to Maggie's to check on her after school. Duh? I should go to Maggie's, of course! It just pained me to miss out on my Jared beach frolicking fantasy.

I slumped into the last empty two person lab desk at the back of the classroom and waited for fate to decide my lab partner for the year. I hoped to Taha Aki it wasn't Darla. I didn't think she was smart enough to be in AP Chem, but as crazy as my day had been…you never knew.

Mr. Tesla was already passing out lab workbooks when fate threw me another curve. Paul Lahote ducked into class just as the bell rang. His black eyes instantly locked on mine. His signature smirk lit his face as he strode over towards the empty seat next to me. Just as it had this morning in the hallway, my body seemed to heat over wherever his eyes touched me.

He rested a hand at the back of my chair and bent to whisper teasingly in my ear. "Kimmie… Kimmie… so nice of you to save me a seat." My stomach somersaulted as his hot breath hit the sensitive skin below my ear and I shivered involuntarily. He let out a low chuckle and let his fingertips casually trace ever so lightly along the top of my shoulder and down my upper arm. Oddly delightful tingles spread out over me where he'd touched me. My breath hitched as a searing heat spread to my lower regions. He chuckled again and took his seat.

Oh for the love of God! I was completely flustered and mortified not two minutes into class.

His chair scraped noisily across the floor as he scooted in even closer next to me at our shared desk. I stared straight ahead at the whiteboard, determined to ignore him and his bizarre effect on me. The uncomfortable pull and coiling I'd felt in my belly this morning had returned full force. Paul's leg brushed up against mine beneath the table, igniting an uncontrolled fluttering of nerves between my legs. I bit my lip.

"Don't worry. I won't bite unless you ask me to" he muttered dryly.

Another violent shiver coursed through me at the sound of his words. I had to get a grip! This couldn't be happening?

I remembered my yoga instructor's advice and decided to take a deep, cleansing breath. I inhaled through my nose to the count of five and exhaled to the count of five; then I did it again. From the corner of my eye I saw Paul staring intently at me, his brow furrowed…in mock concern I'm sure.

I ignored him and I breathed in deeply again through my nose…and that's when I smelled it. The sweetest, most deliciously succulent scent imaginable assaulted my olfactory. It was rich, earthy and sensual and like nothing I'd ever scented before. I inhaled deeply again. It had an element to it that was spicy like cinnamon but also sweet like vanilla, yet smelled better than either of those scents. I breathed in again, inhaling it greedily into my lungs. It smelled like warmth and comfort and … home?

I shut my eyes and inhaled again. Dear Lord, I wanted to bottle it. I wanted to rub it all over myself. I wanted to eat it. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and let out a soft moan as an unbearably delicious heat spread over me. What. The. Fuck. Was. Happening?

I crossed, uncrossed and re-crossed my legs, attempting in vain to tamp down the fluttering of my wayward sex organ. I could feel my idiot nub pulsing against the seam of my jeans. How could it not know we were in AP Chemistry class and this was NOT the time!

I resorted to intermittent, shallow breaths in order to avoid breathing in too much of the heady scent that was now making me wild. Yet still, the ache between my legs persisted, intensifying with each passing minute. I wiggled anxiously in my seat, unable to focus on anything save the unrelenting tightening and coiling in my belly that was driving me beyond distraction. My palms were sweaty and I was flushed all over from the inferno which seemed to be building up inside of me. My insides were swiftly turning to liquid; liquid which I could now unmistakably feel pooling between my legs and soaking my cotton panties.

I felt Paul eyeing me from my side, silently watching me squirm and struggle against myself. I'd never felt more lost or more vulnerable. He stretched and shifted in his seat once more and his warm leg casually brushed up against mine again. I felt another sharp tingle run up my thigh to my weeping core. I gasped unwittingly in response. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of the classroom and away from Paul and that crazy delectable smell before I either lost control of myself or passed out from lack of oxygen. I raised my hand and asked Mr. Tesla for a hall pass.

I'd not the slightest idea where I was going as I meandered aimlessly down the deserted hallway on wobbly legs. I was thankfully able to breathe freely again although still possessed by some irrational state of sexual duress which I'd never before experienced. Christ this was all kinds of crazy!

I'd barely even made it 30 feet when warm hands and huge muscled arms suddenly encircled me from behind, grabbing me roughly about the waist and lifting me off the ground. Before I even had a chance to protest, to register what was happening, I breathed in the torturously delicious scent again. It was right behind me, surrounding me…oh, dear Lord, it was Paul. Faster than I could blink, he'd hauled me down another hallway, flung open the door to a janitor's closet, and drug me unceremoniously inside. It was pitch black inside the storage closet. Paul had one arm banded across my rib cage, pressing my back firmly against his front.

"W-wha?" What was he doing? What the hell was happening? I tried to turn around, to scream, to say something…anything…but all rational thought vanished as Paul's other arm wrapped around the front of my body and his large hand came to rest between my legs, cupping my aching sex firmly through my jeans.

"Oh… gah" I gasped out. It felt so good. I knew I should be stopping him, but at that moment I felt like I'd rather die than remove his hand as he started rubbing the heel of his palm adeptly against my bundle of nerves in smooth circles, his long fingers pressing deftly against my entrance through the barrier of my jeans. I froze. My heartbeat and my emotions raced. What was I doing? I couldn't let this happen. And yet I didn't want it to stop.

"Shh…s'okay" he murmured reassuringly. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He trailed warm open mouthed kisses up my neck. The silky whisper of his deep baritone further set my nether regions aflame. "Trust me, Kim." He nibbled gently at my earlobe. "I promise I'll be good to you."

My stomach flipped and my sex fluttered in anticipation at his words. I guess one of us felt that he was in earnest? My damp panties felt completely ruined now. This was crazy. Paul's hand moving between my legs felt so perfect, so right. For the first time the all-consuming insane ache between my legs was beginning to lessen…or perhaps… increase? Either way, dear Lord it felt better, so much fucking better, and I didn't want it to stop.

I felt Paul's long, muscular leg move between mine from behind, pressing against my inner thigh, urging my legs wider apart. "That's it, open up for me, sweetheart." My legs complied easily at the soothing timbre of his command and I allowed him to move and position my limbs as he saw fit. Who was I to argue or question his judgment when his hands were making me feel so damn good? Oh, holy shit I'd gone completely crazy. As my eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, I saw the outline of a large metal utility sink in front of me. I grabbed the side of the sink with both hands for support as my knees became unsteady under Paul's ministrations.

His hand ceased it's amazing massage momentarily as long fingers made quick work of the button and zipper at the front of my jeans. My heart began hammering out of control at the thought of what was happening. What I was allowing to happen. What I wanted to happen.

I didn't protest like I knew I should have as his hand slipped inside my jeans and underwear, his brilliant fingers immediately finding and ever so gently stroking my naked clitoris, his fingers gliding lightly back and forth along my wet folds. I groaned. I was sure this was the very best thing I had ever felt before…ever. "Fuck, sweetie" Paul cursed softly. "You're fucking soaked, baby."

"Ungh…ah…" I was whimpering and moaning. I'd never been so turned on and so scared out of my wits before. I felt his hot breath as he ghosted kisses along the shell of my ear.

"Shh…not too loud now. Just relax and let me take care of you. Let me put us both out of your misery." I wasn't certain but I thought maybe I heard him chuckle. I didn't care. I didn't know how he knew what I'd been feeling or how he knew what I needed, at that moment I couldn't care. He was making me feel better, taking away my aching misery and frustration. I melted back into his hard body, my head resting limply against the warm wall of his chest.

"That's a girl. Just let it go." His hand bracing across my front snuck under my shirt and up to cup my breast. I stiffened in surprise but then his hot hand slipped beneath my bra to massage my bare flesh, his expert fingers teasing my taut nipple to an even harder peak, and I lost all will or thought to protest. He moved on to caress my other breast just as one long, thick finger slipped inside of me. My inner walls eagerly gripped his digit and I couldn't suppress the singular wail of pleasure that escaped me. Paul let out a stream of murmured "fuck"s.

"Shh… easy now, baby. Be a good girl and keep quiet for me, hmm?" I bit my lip and nodded. His talented finger began moving slowly in and out, increasing the pressure that had been building inside of me to an almost unbearable level. "Mmm…Kim, you feel so fucking good." He bit down gently on my earlobe then sucked it soothingly. "You're so fucking tight, honey. Relax for me, baby, let it happen." The sound of his voice alone made me drip, but hearing his sexy words of encouragement and terms of endearment were enough to make me almost come apart. I bit down on my lip harder to stifle the quiet moans that kept escaping me. I realized I had begun wriggling anxiously and pressing myself into his hand as much as I could manage within his steel embrace, desperate for more.

He drew me in even tighter against him, so that not a breath of air could have passed between us, and it was then I felt the hard length of what seemed to be an enormous erection pressed against my lower back. It should have freaked me out, but instead somehow it turned me on even more and I mindlessly began rubbing and arching myself back against him. He hissed lowly and tugged my nipple hard between his thumb and fingers in reprimand. It took all my willpower to suppress a shriek at the painful pleasure that shot through me. "No!" he whisper-growled close to my ear. "Don't. Do. That." I whimpered in confusion but instantly ceased my movement. He kissed my temple and murmured a gentler, "Sorry. Trust me, sweetie, you don't know what you're asking for" in explanation.

Before I could comprehend the meaning of his words another finger entered my narrow passage. "Ungh…" I gasped and squeezed the cold metal beneath my now sweaty fingers harder for support. His thumb found my clitoris and began tracing small circles as his two fingers moved slowly in and out, stretching my tight channel. My inner walls tensed around him at the invasion and the powerful stimulation. "Breathe, baby." I gasped air into my lungs at his instruction. "That's a girl." His fingers pumped a little faster in and out of me and before long I was panting in ecstasy. "Easy now… just relax and let it happen" he coaxed. I was mindless with the sensations he was creating inside of me. I tried so hard to stifle it but I couldn't stop moaning. I writhed wantonly against his hand in an attempt to press his fingers deeper and harder inside of me. "Fuck, baby" he swore. "You like that, hmm?" I moaned in response. "That's it...feel good for me, baby." His thumb pressed firmer circles against my swollen nub, drawing another whimper from me. "Yeah…that's it, sweetie…that's a good girl."

Between the precision of his thumb on my clit and his clever fingers moving swiftly inside of my soaked core, I was in a complete frenzy. The coiling in my belly had reached an almost unbearable, painful level of tension. I was going to explode if I didn't get a release soon. "Please, PaulUnghI need..." They were the first actual words I'd spoken since Paul hauled me into the janitor's closet and the desperate voice that accompanied them didn't even sound remotely like my own.

"Shh…I got you... I know what you need" he grunted. The hand pleasuring my sensitized breasts moved swiftly from beneath my shirt to tangle in the thick mass of hair at the back of my head. Long fingers massaged deliciously into my scalp before gripping my hair firmly at the roots and tugging my head forward and to the side into a position of submission. Paul's mouth found the back of my exposed neck and suckled at the sensitive skin there. He nibbled, licked and sucked his way to the juncture of my neck and shoulder and then back again, all the while working me faster and harder with his fingers and thumb, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. My whole body was a shaking, quivering mass; my weight supported more by Paul's hand at my core than my jello legs.

"Let go, baby" Paul crooned into my neck between nibbles. I was so close. I could feel it. I knew he was right. It was just a matter of letting go and falling over the edge. "That's it baby… you can do it…" His sexy voice and words had me frantic. But it was still so hard to let go. I'd barely ever been comfortable attempting to masturbate myself to orgasm in private. Certainly no one had ever touched me before, much less caused or been witness to me orgasm. Oh, fuck this was all kinds of crazy! He must have known what his words were capable of doing to me as he kept whispering at the base of my neck, his fingers flexing and gripping harder at the roots of my hair, sending delightful shivers down my spine. I just needed a little bit more…of…something? I wasn't sure what it could be…but I had a sneaky suspicion Paul did.

"Your pussy's so wet…feels so good…so hot and tight…so fucking wet for me…you don't know how bad I wanna taste you…" Oh, holy fuck, that was it! He sucked hard at the back of my neck and I began to careen over the cliff. "Mmm…be good and come hard for me, okay?" I felt my inner walls begin to spasm out of control. "That's a girl…I wanna feel you come all over my fingers …" His fingers inside of me curled towards my front and I completely lost it. Fucking holy Taha Aki! "Fuck, baby…yeah, that's it..." His teeth sank gently into the back of my neck as I came…hard. My body jerked as spasms overtook me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood in order to stifle my screams. Paul growled against my neck. "Ah, fuck me it's always the quiet ones…"

He slowed his movement inside of me and gentled his touch as my channel gripped his fingers repeatedly. "That's it…that's a girl…you did good, baby…so fucking good…" he coaxed and praised as I rode out and came down from the most earth shattering orgasm I'd ever experienced.

My knees buckled beneath me. Paul's hand which had been stroking my hair moved quickly to my waist. "Easy there." I fell limply against him, allowing him to take all of my weight. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. I winced as Paul slowly removed his fingers from inside of me, where I now felt a little tender. I couldn't see it, but I heard Paul suck his fingers into his mouth just above my head and lick them clean. Somehow the reality of what had just passed between us fully hit me then. I shivered. He chuckled. "You okay?"

I couldn't respond. I was a dazed, boneless mass as he proceeded to zip and button my jeans, adjust and right my bra and tee shirt for me. Long fingers combed and smoothed my tangled mess of hair, then pulled it gently to one side where he tucked it over my left shoulder. Impossibly strong arms banded around my chest and waist in a surprisingly comforting and undeniably intimate embrace. Without thinking, my trembling hands reached up to absently stroke and grasp onto the muscled forearms and biceps now holding me together as well upright.

Paul's soft lips pressed to my right temple. I let out a shuddered breath. "It's okay, baby. I promise it's gonna be okay." He peppered the side of my face with warm, sweet kisses. "Shh…please, baby, please don't cry. I promise you're okay." At his words I noticed the dampness coating my cheeks and realized I was in fact crying.

An arm moved beneath my knees and before I knew it I was lifted and being cradled against Paul's chest. I sobbed silently into his tee shirt as he shushed and rocked me back and forth. I'd never been a big crier. And when I did cry, I'd always preferred to do it alone. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I would be crying in Paul Lahote's arms as he rocked and consoled me. Of course, never in my wildest imaginings did I consider I'd be finger fucked to mind-blowing orgasm for the first time in a dark janitor's closet by Paul Lahote either.

A fit of maniacal giggles suddenly overwhelmed me at my train of thought and I went from crying in Paul's embrace to laughing hysterically in mere seconds. For as long as I could remember, my patterned distress response had always been uncontrolled and frequently untimely bouts of mirth. My initial reaction to the news of my own mother's death had been a fit of freakish, bawdy laughter, for which to this day I remained ashamed.

Well, if I hadn't been able to shake Paul off before, this certainly oughta do it! Nothing made a man run for the hills faster than a psycho chick, right? And I decidedly fit the bill as I laugh-cried like a lunatic into his warm chest. An image of him ditching me like a dead weight into the utility sink and bolting, tickled me even harder and I snorted boorishly.

A/N - So should she go to the beach after school or to Maggie's? Or just stay in the janitor's closet indefinitely? Thanks for reading and reviewing!