Never Have I Ever
Chapter Two: Monopoly"Well? Who?" the girl asked, swinging her legs off the arm of the chair childishly as Alan wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered Clover's name in her ear. Bleu gasped, turning to Clover to demand an explanation, but the redhead was shaking and holding her hand to her mouth.
"C-Clover?" she asked. She began adjusting herself on Alan's lap to get a better view, oblivious to the color in Alan's face turning a deeper shade of red with every move. "Are you...are you okay?"
Instantly Victor was on his feet and leading Clover to the bathroom. Bleu's face twisted in disgust as she heard her best friend heave loudly through the closed door.
"Yikes" she sighed, "Sounds like a mess in there."
She looked down at Alan's face with a lazy smile and giggle as she adjusted herself to a more comfortable position on the arm chair. Her slim arms rapping themselves around his neck.
"Uh..." Alan mumbled, "When you...you..move like that..."
"Hmm?" she titled her head to the slowly, here blue eyes bloodshot from the booze. He felt a lump gather in his throat as she glazed down at him.
"When you move like that..." he continued, feeling his blood quickly rush to his face and his lions. He tried to hid his modesty with a sly smile. "It get's me...y'know."
"Nah, I don't," she pouted, moving her legs and fully straddling his lap. She began tangling her fingers in his shaggy hair, sensuously. "C'mon, tell me!"
"Are you fucking joking," His smirk twisted into scowled, pointing to his pants. "Are you seriously telling me you don't notice this?"
Confused, Bleu looked down at his pants and noticed his predicament. Slowly her face twisted into a grin as she broke out into a fit a laughter.
"Fuck you," Alan groaned, feeling cock-blocked by the girl's own drunkenness, adverting his eyes from the girl who found his situation amusing. "Not my fault you're a fucking tease."
Her laughter intensified as she threw her head back, losing her balance on the arm chair and around Alan's waist. Alan felt her hands on the back of his neck tug him forwards. As she tipped, Alan sprung to reel her back, but inadvertently caused them both to tumble drunkenly onto the ground.
With a groan he opened his eyes to be faced with a piercing cerulean bloodshot glance, his breath caught in his throat. The fall had reversed their positions, with him on top of her quite alpha-like. His mouth was close enough to taste the residue of his family's liquor on her breath, and his chest was pressed against her's so snug that he was able to feel that her heart was pounding just as quickly as his.
They stayed there for a few moments, neither brave enough to take a step forward or backwards. While Alan's body yearned for him to seal the deal, his shot-drowned-brain told him that rape even while hopelessly drunk was still not okay.
"This reminds me," Bleu slurred suddenly from under him, gaining back his attention. "Of a fantasy I had while I first tried to masturbate."
Alan's body stiffened, even his brain had stopped and had to take a step back to what the blue-haired girl had suddenly exposed. Even while drunk, Alan could've spun whatever left her lips into a sexual innuendo, but when spoken to so bluntly about such a dirty topic he was floored.
"Hold up," he stumbled, burrowing his brows in confusion. "I was in your sex fantasy?"
"Yeah...I dunno why though. It was originally Mr. Bishop, but that didn't work out so you took charge."
"Oh, so it was like a threesome?" He made a face. "I don't want any part of a fucking threesome with your history teacher."
"No way!" Bleu laughed, flushing. "Mr. Bishop would never do that! It was just you and me."
"No need for a second guy, obviously. Even in fantasies I'm all you need," he huffed, leaning on his elbows instead of his hands as he dipped down next to her ear. "I don't get what you see in that guy. He's you're fucking teacher, it's sick."
"We just...have a lot in common," she sighed, as Alan fixed their positions, redirecting his weight to his legs so he could hold Bleu's hands. "I know he's older than me...but maybe he'll see how mature I can be and change his mind. It's just...it's not common that you can meet someone who you just click with, y'know?"
"Do you think you're in love with him?"
"I...I don't know anymore...he's just the one person who I felt would really understand me or something retarded like that."
"You're right, that is retarded," he whispered, squeezing her hands and bringing his lips to her neck. He felt her retract instantly.
"Wait...no Alan...don't do that...you're with Erin..."
"Ssh...don't be stupid...I'm not really with her,"
"Then...why did you..."
"To get you jealous...were you jealous when you saw us at the zoo, Bleu?"
"Um...I don't know...maybe..."
"I don't like her, not even a little bit...I like someone else."
"But...wait...what...where is this coming from?"
"I dunno, Bleu," Alan murmured leaving a trail of kisses up and down her neck. "But you make me say shit I usually wouldn't and I dunno if I like that."
"Are you...are you just saying this cause you're wasted?"
"No," he mumbled into her skin. "I...I think I can only say this out loud cause I'm wasted."
Bleu thought back to her master plan to gain maturity, to get Mr. Bishop, to lose her virginity. It would be easier to lose it to one of the guys since it wouldn't be a stranger, and Alan was the most experience one.
"Alan..." she whispered as he raised his head slowly, smiling. "You've had sex before, right?"
"I've had sex many times," he smirked. "I can show you if you want."
Biting her lip hesitantly, she nodded. Alan nearly lost his balance on top of her.
"N-no way," he stammered, again caught off-guard by her unpredictable answer, "You...really?"
She nodded slowly with a heavy blush.
"I don't believe you," He stared at her, his face twisting into a sinister grin. "You're trying to take advantage of me in my drunken condition."
Bleu gaped. "Take ad- Why you fuck-"
"Tisk tisk," he grinned, diving back next to her ear. "Taking my harmless flirting as a sign that it's okay to pass go and collect $200 from my sex bank account."
He lightly brushed his lips against her neck, not quite a kiss but definitely something.
"Dammit, Alan," Bleu groaned, blushing. "Why do you have to be such an ass all the time?"
"Just cause you want my ass, Bleu, doesn't mean I am one." He began kissing the back of her ear lightly, moving down to her collarbone. His hands left hers, his fingers slowly traveling up her arms, making a detour at her shoulders to slide down and cup her bottom.
"You're lucky I'm an ass man," he whispered between his neck kisses.
"I'm...regretting this already," she mumbled, turning her head to give Alan better access. "And it's not even tomorrow morning yet."
"Technically, you never did ask though," he continued, roaming his hands to the bottom button of her blouse. "I wouldn't want to have any misunderstandings going on..."
"Don't make me say it out loud, Alan," she sighed, not wanting him to stop. "It's...kinda dirty."
"I dunno," he broke away from her skin, pulling back and staring at her. "I'm not sure if you're serious now..."
"Alan," she groaned, pouting. "C'mon...please,"
"Tell me you want me," he smiled impishly as his hand traveled underneath her blouse, lightly tickling her stomach. "And we'll be good to go."
"I...," she moaned, eyes tightly shut and face red. "I...I want you."
"See, that wasn't so bad," he smirked, not wasting an opportunity to place a kiss at the nape of her neck, running a hand down her leg and back to her ass, while the other quickly undid her fly. Within seconds her jeans were off and thrown to some distant corner in Alan's basement.
He felt a pair of tiny hand find their way under his shirt, running delicate fingers up and down his chest and abs. He looked to see Bleu's face, while tinged with a blush, looked quite puzzled.
"What's your problem?" he asked, and she shrugged.
"It's weird that you're so muscular...you don't do anything."
"Shut up, I do so work out!" he defended, sitting up and pulling his shirt off in one quick move, tossing it to the ground.
He leaned back, allowing Bleu to see his full torso. While he smirked at her lustful and passionate gaze, quietly he was relieved. Although he didn't check-out Bishop fully (cause that would be gay) to see what he was up against, he was aware his competition was fit. Alan was never one with self-esteem issues, he knew he was handsome and that he was never at a lost for female admirers, but seeing Bleu looking at him with such an expression made him forget every other girl he'd even been with.
The passion and lust lasted about four-seconds before he felt Bleu poke his chest, and bring him back to the moment.
"Stay with it," she urged, letting her finger fall down his pecks, towards his abs and eventually past his happy trail. He shivered at her touch and she smiled in accomplishment when she felt the tiny sensitive hairs there prick up to her attention.
Her success was short lived though, as Alan began to lean over her again. Quickly undoing the buttons of her blouse, she laid beneath him, completely exposed in only her bra and panties.
He stopped, suddenly, and Bleu looked to his face to see if he was lost in his own thoughts again. She was wrong and he was paying attention to her...all of her. She felt her cheeks redden and absentmindedly tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists in his hands, pulling her slowly to him in a warm embrace.
The sudden moment of tenderness surprised Bleu, Alan never seemed like the affectionate type. Pressing her face into his chest, she inhaled the musky scent of his skin and realized she didn't really care. A feeling began to bubble in her stomach, and while it was unfamiliar it wasn't unwelcomed. The warm feeling of his heart beating against hers mixed with comforting smell of his skin made her feel secure.
Though hopelessly drunk, Alan knew what he was about to do with Bleu would change everything. He understood the consequences for his actions, and the severity of taking a girl's virginity. Additionally, what made the stakes even higher was that she wasn't just another girl in a his Math class, she was Bleu. A girl he had played graveyard tag with, pushed around in shopping carts and teased relentlessly. After tonight their friendship could never be what it had been a day ago. He was about to take something away from her that he could never give back, and although the pain in his pants throbbed otherwise, part of him wanted her to stay the silly naive girl forever.
Alan felt her wrap her arms around his neck, and he buried his head in her hair. Regardless of his concerns, if there was one thing that bothered him more than Bleu losing her virginity, it was her losing it anyone other than him. She wanted this, and he'd be damned if any scumbag loser got to her before he could. Silently leaving a gentle kiss on her head, he pulled away.
"Sorry about that," he whispered, huskily. "I got a little light headed, but I'm good now."
"Mhm," she smiled, head titled to the side. "You lush."
He chuckled, grabbing a spare blanket from a nearby sofa and draped it over them. Once covered, he began leaning forward to kiss the spot where her neck met her shoulder. As he moved his kisses towards her ear, his hand slid up to cup her face, then moved the caresses down to her breast, kissing and nibbling at her along the way. She shivered and leaned into his touch, and he could feel she wanted more.
It was more than just feeling, he could hear her calling his name. He heard her again, and realized her voice wasn't that deep. He looked down at her on the floor, currently biting her lip so hard he could've swore he saw blood. There was no way she could be the one calling him. Groaning loudly, he recognized the voice.
Poking his head out to see the lanky form of Victor awkwardly spinning in only his pants to face him. He seemed confused, but Alan was too annoyed to ask what he was confused about, he just wanted him gone.
"What the fuck are you yelling about?" Alan hissed.
"Wait, if you're here," Victor looked at the door nearby where Alan could barely make out a muffled noise. "Then who's Erin..."
"Like I give two shits," he growled. "Now what the fuck do you want I'm busy."
"Um...I need a condom..." Victor whispered, nervously smiling.
Alan's flushed face curled into a grin as he reached into his pocket to rip a single condom off his five pack with his teeth. While still holding himself up with one hand, he tossed his best friend the spare. What a lucky night for them, he thought amused.
"You're telling me everything," he added before ducking back under the covers, and saw Bleu's eyes open slowly.
"Did you...just give Victor a condom?" she squeaked.
"Yeah," he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why do you care? You wanna trade or something?"
"No...but I mean...never mind," she turned away and placed a finger on his pocket. "So you have a 5 pack of condoms just incase?"
"When you're as sexy as me, you never know when you're going to need them," he smirked, quickly undoing the clasp of her bra. She squealed in surprise as he quickly motioned to remove her underwear. She stopped him, frowning. "What's wrong?"
"I don't wanna be your starfish," she blushed. "Also, your pants look uncomfortable."
She shoved him to the side, rolling them to a position where she was on top. She smiled modestly, tracing his zipper with her finger. Easily she unfastened the top button before pulling down his fly, revealing his harden member. Bleu tried to stay cool, but a nervous blush was growing on her cheeks.
"Don't faint now," he laughed, slowly he maneuvered them so he was more on top of her. He rid himself the pesky pants, leaving them both in only their underwear. He positioned himself to strip her of her panties, his middle finger traced the fine line between her hip and thigh.
Instantly there a was giggle.
"What was that?" he asked. Could she...be laughing at him?
She stopped, laughing, confused. "I don't know..."
He repeated his action and she giggled louder. "Stop that, it tickles!"
Leaving a kiss on her lower stomach, he quickly rid her of her underwear before kicking his off as well.
"Are you sure you want this," he asked seriously, fingers trailing downwards, he stroked the center of her warmth with two fingers lazily. He watched in amusement as her face lit with pleasure, her hands gripping tightly to the rug. She nodded, unable to form words and gasped as a second finger joined his first, as his thumb brushed against its target.
"Yes," she breathed.
"It's not gonna be like this," he cooed in her ear as he continued his demonstrations as she wiggled and jerked her hips towards his hand. "It's gonna hurt...a lot."
"I...I don't care..." she sighed.
He pulled away, ignoring her glare as he reached from under the blanket for his pants. Taking the condom wrapper and applying it with skill, he told himself that it wasn't anything serious. He just had to treat it like everything else.
They laid there a moment, in silence, the last time for each other of them to object to their actions. Neither spoke, and he positioned himself between her legs. Taking each of her hands in his own, he brought them to rest on either side of her head. Before entering, Alan leaned down to her lips, kissing her unexpectedly, but passionately.
