Empty Apartment: Chapter 9
Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry I'm late with this chapter. I've been having some technical difficulties. Anyway, WARNING, this does contain a het sex scene. I've marked points in this where you can skip if you'd rather not read it. Also, this is the last het sex scene I've written and is likely to be one of the last.
Buford and Baljeet were sitting side by side in their psychology class, speaking silently back and forth.
"Do you think there is something wrong with Isabella?" Baljeet asked Buford as the two of them flipped through their book. They had a project due Wednesday that they were given class time to work on, but they had finished it Sunday night upon Baljeet's insistence.
Buford shrugged. "I don't know. Is there a reason something should be wrong?" Buford asked as he doodled skulls in his notebook.
"I do not know. She just seemed different today. I thought something might be bothering her." Baljeet told him.
"Eh, maybe she and Dinner-bell got into it." Buford threw out. He hadn't noticed anything off with Isabella, but it's hard to notice things about people when they're struggling to put sentences together in the right language.
"I do not think it would be something like that. We would have heard if they fought, would we not?" Baljeet asked, wondering if his friends would keep a big fight from him.
"Yeah, probably." Buford answered with a shrug.
"Plus, I do not know what they would be fighting about. They never fight." Baljeet said almost as though he envied them.
"Just means they aren't talking about stuff." Buford said with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
"Or that they just have nothing to fight about." Baljeet argued.
Buford simply sighed in response.
"Are you coming over tonight? There is a 1,000 ways to die marathon on." Baljeet asked, changing the subject.
"Am I allowed over?" Buford asked with a slight frown.
"My parents will not be home." Baljeet said a bit nervously.
"You're gonna lie to your parents?" Buford asked half surprised and half happy.
"I am not going to lie; I am just not going to mention anything to them." Baljeet said in defense.
"Sure," Buford said with a smirk that made Baljeet scowl. "But yeah. I'll be over."
Baljeet smiled in response.
He wished his parents could understand how happy he was when he was with Buford.
As Adyson walked into her art class later that day she saw Phineas and Ferb already at their table. Miss Mulberry hadn't told anyone what their next assignment was so the boys had nothing in front of them.
They weren't really looking at each other, but that wasn't unusual.
It was strange though. Phineas would usually talk to anyone and was always able to come up with conversations. However, he seemed to be a little quiet whenever he was around Ferb. Adyson wondered if he could tell what kind of guy Ferb was.
Adyson knew Ferb hadn't said anything to anyone about them, or about his sexual escapades in general. If he had it would be the talk of the school by now.
Adyson was past being nervous around Ferb. She would admit that when she first saw him she had freaked out a little. It would ruin her if people knew she went to the Turnpike for sex. The only person who knew about what had happened was Katie.
Adyson hadn't even told Isabella about what happened with Ferb; she couldn't bear to. Isabella was always on Adyson about how often she had sex and with how many guys she had been involved with. She felt too ashamed to admit to her best friend that she had sex with a complete stranger. It didn't help that Isabella was a virgin and was waiting to marry Phineas to change that.
Things had happened last year. She had been having sex with a few different guys, and she wasn't satisfied. She had found it embarrassing to admit at the time, but she just didn't enjoy sex. And to make things worse she was starting to wonder if she even liked guys. She was starting to wonder if she just didn't like sex, or if she just didn't like who she was having it with.
She had opened up to Katie about not being satisfied with sex, but had kept her sexual preference questions to herself. She'd just made it out as though the guys she was with weren't good at what they were doing.
Katie had given her the obvious answer of 'do it yourself', but that wouldn't answer the big question. She had pressed that she wanted it to feel good with a guy.
Katie had been the one to tell her about the Turnpike. She herself had never been there, but she had an older sister who waitressed with some women who went there. Katie had told her that she should only go there if she was desperate, but that her sister's coworkers seemed satisfied.
Katie had also proclaimed that if she did go, it wouldn't change the way she saw her, but she still seemed a little worried.
But all the same Adyson had decided to go. That was when she met Ferb Fletcher.
(FLASHBACK)
When Adyson reached the Tavern she took a deep breath. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. Usually popular boys at school flocked to her and she just chose one. This was a different kind of thing.
She had pulled her hair into a ponytail and worn a short green dress with black leggings under it. Her heels were high and her makeup looked good.
She was confident in most areas, and she knew she just had to tell herself that this was no different. So she did.
She walked in confidently. The bar was so full of smoke that she almost gagged. Last time she checked it was illegal to smoke in a public place. She caught her breath quickly and looked around. People looked intimidating, and yet they still managed to dress in a way that screamed they wanted to fuck.
There were plenty of guys around, and Adyson felt slightly overwhelmed, not to mention too young to be there.
She decided to walk over to the bar and sit down to think; she hoped she wouldn't get carded and thrown out. Once she sat down a man with tattoos and a black vest came over to her.
"What do you want?" He asked with a scowl on his face, despite his neutral tone.
"Uh," she started only to be interrupted by a woman sitting a seat away from her.
"She isn't old enough to drink, Sid." The woman said. She had thick brown hair and eyes that were a pale green. She was dressed in a black tank top and tight jeans.
"Ah, no shit?" The man asked with sarcasm thick in his tone. "She ain't old enough to be in a bar, but if she wants to play grownup and has cash to back it up, I don't really give a fuck."
The woman scowled in reply.
"You want something or not?" The man asked her once again.
"Rum and coke," she threw out. She had been to parties where she had drunk; she just hadn't expected to be served.
He seemed to try and smile, but it still looked like a scowl, as he went to make her drink.
The woman beside her turned to look at her and looked her up and down.
"This isn't a place for little girls." The woman spit out at her.
"Good thing I'm not a little girl." Adyson said, venom filling her voice.
"You look like you're dressed up for the fuckin' prom. Why don't you go home and cuddle with the quarterback?" The woman said as though she thought Adyson was a joke.
Sid came back then and sat Adyson's drink down. Adyson pulled money out of the pocket of her dress and slammed it down without looking at him.
"I already fucked the quarterback and he was a little overrated to tell you the truth," Adyson replied with a snotty tone. "So I figured I'd come to the pike and see if the guys here know what the fuck they're doing. Do you have a problem with that?" Adyson asked.
The woman smirked at her.
"Well aren't you a little shit?" The woman said downing her shot and signaling for another. She seemed to mean the question rhetorically.
Adyson didn't say anything so the two of them sat drinking calmly for a few seconds.
She wasn't sure if the woman was okay with her now, but she knew she needed to ask someone around for advice. She decided to see what the woman would tell her.
"So who here is a good fuck?" Adyson asked looking around.
The woman smirked before looking around, but stopping her eyes at the door where two men were walking in.
"You'll want the green haired one," she said with no hesitation.
Adyson looked over to see the man. He looked like he was in his early twenties, and he was gorgeous. Of course the man that leaned over to lick the side of his neck distracted her from that.
"The one with a man attached to his neck?" Adyson asked, wondering if the older woman was shitting her.
"Fletch has never been picky," The woman explained downing another shot. "But he's an amazing fuck. He's polite, wears a rubber, and doesn't get attached."
"Sounds pretty good." Adyson replied watching him distance himself from the man he walked in with as he walked toward a small stage.
"Yeah, just try not to get your feelings hurt." The woman told her.
"Why would I get my feelings hurt?" She asked.
"'Cause you probably think you're a big deal, and he'll show you different. He doesn't fuck twice, unless the other person is just as good as he is. Just look out for your ego when he acts like the sex wasn't worth shit." The brunette explained.
"I don't plan on fucking him a second time anyway." Adyson said offended. This woman had no idea who she was. Adyson had had sex with plenty of guys, and she was good. If anything she would be the one not wanting a second time. She just wanted to see if he could make her orgasm.
"That's good," the woman said as she stood up, "Catch him after this set. Be quick, other people will want him."
Adyson nodded before watching the woman walk over to a blond man who instantly led her to the bar door.
Adyson sipped at her drink while she watched the band play. Fletch looked like a catch. He was younger looking than the other people at the bar, and he seemed to carry an air of confidence with him.
Adyson was usually just as confident, but at the moment she was starting to doubt herself. Maybe she shouldn't be there. Maybe she was just the prom queen type who didn't belong in a place like this. Maybe she should just keep doing what she'd been doing.
God, she could already imagine the look in Isabella's eyes if she ever found out. Adyson was promiscuous, but she had never slept with a complete stranger.
She shouldn't be here. But she was. She needed to find out once and for all. She looked up at the guitarist and wondered if he was really that good. She wondered if it'd be weird to have sex with him. As she looked up at him, he caught her eye and smirked.
Adyson tried to look confident as she smiled back, but a part of her knew she didn't pull it off. Luckily, the man didn't seem to care based on his expression.
She hoped his occasional glances at her meant he wanted to have sex with her.
Adyson waited for the music to end before she got up and walked toward him. She wished she had drank more; she could've used the liquid courage as she approached him.
"Hi," she said once she reached him walking off the stage.
He nodded.
She stood silent for a second and was about to say something before he opened his mouth.
"Fuck?" He asked simply, as though he was trying to skip the forced, boring conversation.
"Yeah." Adyson said looking into his eyes. They were a deep shade of green.
"Did you drive here?" Fletcher asked.
"No," Adyson replied honestly, hoping it wouldn't be a problem.
He simply nodded and ushered for her to follow him. She walked behind him, following him out of the bar and stepping into the parking lot. He led her to a car and unlocked the door before signaling for her to get in. She took a deep breath before complying.
There was no going back once she shut the car door, at least not as far as she was concerned.
He started the car, and they pulled out of the parking lot and started driving. Adyson half wondered where they were going, but she didn't ask. It took about five minutes for Fletcher to pull the car into the parking lot of an apartment complex.
He parked the car and got out, and she did the same. He led her into the building and up the stairs before walking down a hall and stopping in front of a door. He unlocked it calmly before opening it and letting her inside first. She walked in and quickly looked around. It looked like a nice place.
Before she had much time to think about his home, he had his mouth pressed to hers. She kissed back, timidly at first before she became comfortable. He kissed her as he pushed her back farther into the apartment. Adyson allowed him to do so as she took off his jacket as they walked. They both kicked off their shoes, he with slightly less struggle than she had.
He felt good pressed against her. His lips worked against hers in a skilled way, and his tongue moved in ways that no other mans had.
She ended up pressed against a door, which the green eyed boy took a moment to open, before she ended up pushed into a bedroom and then down on a large bed.
They continued to kiss for a minute before the boy rose up for a moment to slide his t-shirt off. He then began kissing down her neck, nipping lightly, making sure not to leave any marks.
Adyson began breathing deeply as she ran her hands down his muscular back. She leaned her head farther back, allowing the man's lips more access. He kissed down to her shoulder before she moved his hands to her hips to remove her dress.
He took that as a sign to slide the dress up and over her head, leaving her in her black tights and a lacey black bra.
Ferb then moved down to pull off Adyson's tights, only to reveal a pair of lacey black underwear that matched her bra.
Fletcher looked up at her and smirked.
"Pull 'em down stud." Adyson said, her voice shakier than she would have liked.
~Sexy-Time A.K.A skip if you don't want to see sex~
"My pleasure," he replied as he slid them down while holding eye contact. Adyson only held his eyes for a second before looking up at the ceiling. Once her panties were off she expected for the green haired boy to come back up to eye level, but instead she felt something wet and hot enter her.
Her eyes went wide as Fletcher's tongue licked inside her. She gasped softly. She had only had a boy do this one other time, and he hadn't been very good at it.
His tongue licked fiercely at her.
Adyson had never felt so much pleasure in her life as she let out a moan. As he licked at her, she quivered, not able to do anything but thread her hands through his hair. She continued to moan as his tongue moved faster and faster. She began to feel a buildup. She was going to orgasm.
He seemed to realize this as he gripped her hips and licked harder. A second later she felt it and let out a moan that sent the others to shame.
Once her orgasm was over she laid taking deep breaths as Ferb kissed his way back up to her lips. By the time he reached her lips she had regained her breath and was able to kiss him back. His mouth tasted like her, but she could care less. She felt so good.
She heard the man reach over to his nightstand drawer and open it. She opened her eyes to see him pull out a condom, before shutting the drawer. They kissed as he opened the condom and slipped it over his already hard cock.
Once it was on, he positioned himself over her. He began kissing her neck as he thrusted into her. She relaxed as he thrusted into her. She wasn't expecting him to be any different than any other guy she had been with, but she was disappointed that he wasn't.
She thought she was done with the pleasurable part of the night, but then Fletcher started moving around. It took her a second to realize that he was trying to find an angle that she would like.
It surprised her, but she wasn't expecting much. Finally as he raised one of her legs to be on his shoulder she felt him hit her G-spot. She let out a shallow moan, letting the man on top of her know that it felt good.
He smirked as he began thrusting into her hard and fast. As he slid in and out of her, he seemed to hit her G-spot on every other thrust. After awhile she felt another build up and began to thrust against him even quicker.
As they thrusted against each other, Adyson looked up at Fletcher. His eyes were concentrated, and there was a bead of sweat on his brow. He only thrusted into her once more before she felt her second orgasm of the night.
She screamed out as she felt herself come undone a second time. After she did, she could swear the man above her started thrusting even faster.
He pushed into her a few more times before she felt him come, shallowly thrusting as he did.
~Sexy-Time Over~
Once he was done he laid down beside her. They both breathed shallowly for a few seconds before he sat up and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand. He pulled one out of the pack and lit it up with a lighter that had been sitting beside the pack of cigarettes.
He began smoking, reaching up to open the window that was over his bed. He turned his head toward it and began smoking out the window.
Adyson felt like she had ran a marathon. She felt so warn out, but at the same time she felt so satisfied. She had never had sex like that before; it had never felt so good. She didn't know what she really thought about the man smoking out the window, but she knew he had made her feel good.
A few seconds later he stood up, rubbing the cigarette out on his windowsill beforehand.
He began to get dressed again, putting on his boxers without looking at her.
Adyson sat up, hoping she sounded calmer than she thought she did.
She grabbed her dress from the floor, slipping it on over the bra that Fletcher had never taken off. She found her underwear at the same time that the British man had finished getting dressed.
As she slipped on her panties, he picked up her tights and sat them beside her.
"Do you need a ride back to the bar?" The man asked. He was clearly going back.
He didn't look nearly as satisfied as she did, although he didn't look unhappy.
"N-no. I'm good." Adyson said as she finished getting dressed. Her knees felt wobbly.
He nodded at her and waited for her to get up and follow him. She picked up her shoes once she left the room and entered the living room. Fletcher also stopped to put his shoes back on. Once their shoes were back on, they continued to the door.
Once they were outside, he locked his door, and they walked down the stairs. Once they got outside the building, Ferb gave Adyson a simple wave before he got into his car and pulled out of the parking lot.
Adyson started walking toward the bus stop that was just down the street. A part of her felt satisfied in a way that she never had before, but another part felt embarrassed.
The woman had been right about Fletcher not being impressed. He certainly hadn't been. She had just had sex with a stranger, and she had been bad at it. She had never been bad before. Of course she had never felt that good before.
She sighed as she reached the bus stop. She would never do that again. It had felt good, but her ego really couldn't take the look Fletcher had given her, or the way she had acted.
(END FLASHBACK)
Adyson shook her head as she began walking to her table. She sat down next to Phineas and smiled. She may have been humiliated when she had had sex with Ferb, but that was behind her. She was confident, and she believed that if she ever had sex with him again she would blow his mind.
Of course she never planned to sleep with Ferb again. She had figured things out and had no intention of sleeping with the British boy ever again. Ever.