6: Break

"We need a break," she said softly as she gently moved the hair from in front of my eyes.

"A break? What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Literally thirty seconds before she had planted the sweetest of kisses on my lips. I could still taste the strawberry gloss that was left on my lips.

"Pip... I think... we should see other people. Just for a while," she winced at the most likely heartbroken look on my face.

"But... Why? I thought we were fine."

"That's exactly it. We are fine. Fine shouldn't apply to a relationship. Passionate, loving, lustful- those are the words that should describe a relationship. I don't know, maybe its because this has been your first relationship, but your so reserved with me. I mean, we've been dating for three months and you haven't even put any kind of move on me," she cupped her boobs, making me blush profusely.

She continued, "I mean look at me! I'm prime real-estate! I mean, I'm freaking Bebe Stevens! Do you know how many guys have asked me out in the last year? Since we've been dating? I could have had my pick of the lot, but I chose you. I wanted to try something new. Instead of a horny jock, I wanted to try a sweet, intelligent boy. I wanted to try a relationship with you, but you just... its turning more into a platonic friendship, not the true love I wanted it to turn into. At first I found it refreshing, but now... its just unfufilling." She sighed before grabbing my hand. "Don't you want to stop me? Don't you want to try while you still have the chance?"

She lead my hand onto her thigh and moved it upwards slowly. I jerked away, embarrassed more than I have ever been in my life. She sighed again, "I guess not..." She got up off my bed and walked towards the door. "You know where I am if you ever change your mind," she threw her corn yellow, curly hair behind her with a flick of her hand as she left.

I just sat there, stunned, confused, and mortified.

"Why didn't you just nail her?"

"Damien! Don't be so crude!"

"Aww, come on, Pip," he grinned, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about tapping that. She was your girlfriend for Hell's sake. And she was Bebe Stevens, one of the hottest girls in school. She asked you out, a lowly nerd, and you fucked it up." I glared at him and felt my lip rolling out into a pout. "Come on, tell me. Did you cop a feel at least?"

"Dear Lord, no! Don't be so vulgar, Damien!" I blushed and covered my face in shame at the thought.

"Why not?"

"Huh?"

"Why didn't you have your way with her? I know I would tear that shit up." He grinned as my blush increased.

"I... I don't know. It somehow feels wrong."

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me its your religious shit interfering with this. Yeah, yeah, we both know Jesus is real, obviously, but we both know who your real savior is." He wriggled his eye brows and pointed at himself with his thumb.

"Don't get too cocky, now. Sure you saved me after I was blown to pieces, but remember who blew me to pieces in the first place."

"I get it. How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry? You'd think with all the male bonding we had while we were having all those crazy hijinks you'd be over it." I shrugged. Suddenly his face lit up.

"What?"

"That's it, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"Cocky."

"Huh?"

"Cock."

"What do roosters have to do with anything?"

"Not that kind of cock." I stared at him, completely lost. He sighed before taking his pointer finger, placing in front of his crotch, and wriggling it about.

"Ew, what? What is wrong with you?" I got off of my bed and waved my hands in disapproval.

"That is so totally it! That's the only way a guy could resist those lovely double- d's." He smirked up at me.

"No way! I am not gay!" I shook my head furiously.

"Sure, I believe you." I stopped and stared in amazement at him. What he had just said did not have his normal sarcastic tone in it.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Huh," I said, slightly confused. I regained my seat on my bed and stared at my hands for a few moments. "So what do you think I should- mmhmmm!"

My mouth was closed by another pair of lips crashing onto mine. I tried to protest, but he was persistent. He pinned me backwards and straddled me, all the while never removing his lips. My heart started to wrack against my ribs with what at first I thought was terror, but then I thought back, back to me and Bebe.

We had been in a similarly compromising position before. She kissed me gently and then started to make out with me. I remember thinking to myself that I wished she just hurry up, that I'd just rather be reading a good book or hanging out with... hanging out with Damien. I'd rather be hanging out with my best friend than the hottest girl in the whole high school. I felt my hart thump hard in my chest. I'd never felt that with Bebe.

I felt myself relax and permitted him to enter my mouth as the kiss' passion increased. His hands roamed over my body until one pinched my left nipple. I gasped before his mouth consumed mine again. He pinched and rubbed my nipples, causing a feeling that I had only felt in instances of self-pleasure, except it was better. Way better. I never realized how something like this could be that pleasurable.

His hands and mouth worked their way down my body slowly but surely. He kissed all the way down to my pants before stopping. He shifted his body back up towards mine before kissing me again. His hand lingered at my pants, however, and after a moment I felt him touch my crotch. I moaned into his mouth and I felt him grin as he continued to kiss me. Suddenly he sat up and straddled my legs. He placed his hands at the top of my pants and began unbuttoning them.

"What the fuck!" A female voice rang out from my doorway. Both of our heads shot over and, to my horror, there stood Bebe. "No wonder this didn't work out! You're fucking gay!"

"Wait!" We all grimaced at the unintentionally husky sound of my voice.

I heard her huff in aggravation before running out of my room and down the stairs. "I'm telling your mom!" I heard her yell.

"Oh no! I tried to wriggle out from under Damien, but he wouldn't let me go.

"I knew it," he smirked down at me.

"DAMIEN!"

A.N. Tee-hee.

If this is fucked up I blame stupid open office. How I loathe you, open office. -yearns for her other computer that has Word-