For: Boris Yeltsin

You're always such a great reviewer to my stories =] Thank you for that. I hope this is what you had in mind, or even better, but I do have a three-year-old running around here, so my mind gets off focus sometimes; bare with me. Toddlers are tiring and busy bodies; they just don't hyper down. The only direction they know how to go is up.

Sharpay abruptly stopped walking when she heard a faint noise. She'd just gotten home and she was under the impression that she was alone, but she was apparently wrong. As she advanced closer to where the noise was coming from, she finally found herself in front of the music room and she could now hear the tune of the piano playing 'Hopelessly Devoted' by Olivia Newton-John. She loved that song; every time she listened to it a smile came to her face. However, the smile was wiped clean as she realized that someone was in her house and she didn't know who it could possibly be.

Her parents were in Italy and Ryan was at Kelsi's house helping her pack for New York City. The only other person other than the immediate family that has a key to her house is Troy, but he was in California. He and Gabriella left this morning.

Biting her lip, Sharpay put her hand on the door handle, hesitating to open it, incase she'd be standing in front of a masked and skilled murderer. She was only eighteen years old; she's too young to die. And too pretty, in her mind. As she opened the door, she held her breath, but calmed down when she saw that Chad was sitting at the piano.

"Why are you in my house?" she asked.

Chad stopped playing and he looked up, surprised to see Sharpay. "Oh… Uh… I came with Troy…"

"He's in California," she said, walking over to the piano.

"No, he's leaving tomorrow."

"Well, why are you here?"

"Troy was looking for you," Chad said, standing up and backing away.

"Why? Did he finally come to his senses?" she asked, advancing closer to him.

"He doesn't want you; he's not desperate," he stated, continuing to back up.

"Apparently not if he's with Gabriella and enjoying it."

"You're the coldest bitch in Albuquerque; how do you have friends?"

"Easy," she said, pushing Chad in an oversized chair. "I have fun with them. You've noticed all my friends are guys. How do you think I get them to do things for them?"

"…I don't know… Why don't you show me?"

Sharpay smirked and straddled Chad, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Her own shirt was taken off of her and she worked on his jeans as Chad slid her skirt and thong off, followed by her bra. She bit her lip lightly as she pushed his jeans and boxers off of him and she grinned slightly when she saw how aroused he was.

Sharpay guided him into her slowly with her hand, and then rested her hands on the arms of the chair as she rocked her hips back and forth. She closed her eyes, getting herself into the activity as she heard Chad groan. I guess he doesn't get any pleasure from Taylor, she thought.

Her hips continued at a satisfying pace and Sharpay kissed Chad's neck lightly, earning moans and groans every few seconds. As many times as she'd had sex, this was definitely in the top three. If it's this good this early in, it'll be fantastic by the time they work each other off.

Gasping lightly as she felt Chad's thumb brush over her clit, she let out a small moan, biting her lip. She rocked her hips a little quicker and rested her hands on Chad's shoulders, letting out a small whimper when his thumb circled over and around her. The only person that had ever masturbated her was herself. She didn't like the thought of other people touching her, but this was an exception; he was good at it.

Feeling the burning start, Sharpay felt her muscles already flexing. She was close to her breaking point when Chad lifted her off of him. Confused, Sharpay cocked her head to the side slightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You'll see," Chad said, standing up. He sat her in the chair and knelt to the ground, blowing on her middle lightly.

Sharpay moaned lightly and held onto the arms of the chair as Chad's tongue came in contact with her. She closed her eyes and let out another moan as Chad flicked his tongue against her. Her hips moved slightly as she placed a hand on his head, as a way of telling him to continue.

She'd never been eaten out before; the thought of it disgusted her—until now—but she had no problem with giving her share of blow jobs. She was glad she didn't protest against it; it felt amazing.

"Oh, god…" she whispered. "Mm… Faster… Harder."

Chad's tongue flicked against her a bit quicker and he added pressure as he started sucking on her. Sharpay's back arched a little and she moaned as she moved her hips a little. Her chest started heaving as she let her breathing get heavier and she felt her clit become hard as Chad continued working his tongue around her.

"Mm… It feels so good… Don't stop…"

Sharpay gasped lightly, feeling her walls start clamping. Chad pulled away from her and he slid himself into her carefully before starting to move in and out of her quickly. Sharpay let out a moan and she slid her hand down to her middle, letting her fingers glide over herself. She bit her lip and she let out a whimper.

By this point, Sharpay was pretty sure that Chad was at the very top of her list. What was going on right now felt incredible and she wouldn't want to be anywhere else at the moment. She wished this could last forever.

As Chad kissed her neck, Sharpay let her hand slide over herself quicker and a little harder. After a few seconds, her muscles finally wrapped around Chad, making him burst into her and causing her to climax with a loud moan. Her hand slowed down and she breathed heavily as Chad stayed inside her, still moving a little. When he stopped, he stayed inside her and kissed her neck again.

"Friends?" Chad asked.

"Best friends," she said.