A/N: Yay! This is my first smut piece EVER. I hope it's good enough! If there are any flames because of the sex, please remember this is my first time writing smut, so pwease be at least semi-nice ;) I'm only a beginner!!!!!!! Tips on how I could improve my smut-writing would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter Three
The Three Substitutes For Love

Eric grinned at the smaller girl, and then snapped off two beers and handed her one. Together, they pulled their tabs at the same time, a "POP" sound coming from their cans. They clunked their beers together.

"To having fun," Eric said. "With or without those jerks."

"To having fun," Jackie repeated, a huge grin plastered on her face, and then took a giant sip out of the can. Eric followed suit.

It took them around half and hour to finish the five-pack. Jackie had two, Eric had three. They were getting slightly tipsy, but weren't what you would call "drunk". Not yet, anyway.

To help lighten the mood, they had also continued to smoke the pot. Passing the joint between the two of them, Jackie started giggling uncontrollably.

"Hanging out with you is SO much better than being with that dick Hyde," Jackie told him, swigging down the last of her beer. She wiped her mouth, and giggled again. "Is there any more of this in the house?" she asked him, indicating the alcohol.

Eric grinned, and shrugged. "I dunno, let me go check." He went up the stairs, swaying a bit. He returned a minute later with six bottles of beer, three in each hand.

"Oh my god!" Jackie squealed, dragging him down to sit next to her. "How much alcohol is in this place?"

Eric shrugged, grabbing a bottle for himself. "Oh, I dunno, Kitty enjoys indulging in the wine every so often. And I think Red has a thing for beer."

"Mmmmm," Jackie said, drinking half her bottle in almost one go. "Probably the only time I'm grateful for having Red."

Eric laughed. "You can say that again." He looked at Jackie. "You know what? Put a few beers in you, and you can actually be quite fun."

"Aw, thank you Eric," Jackie gushed; as if that was the best compliment she had ever received. "You're not so bad yourself." She took another big sip from her bottle, gulp after gulp after gulp. Eric was amazed how quickly she could drink, and even more amazed with himself for how fast he was chugging down the beers too. He shrugged it off, and put his arm around the brunette, drinking more.

Within another hour, all that was left of the alcohol was six broken bottles, and another five aluminum cans. They had both gone past the "tipsy" stage and well into the territory of being "drunk". Neither had been so out of it in their life, but they didn't care.

Eric was half-lying on the couch, half sitting. Jackie had her legs bent underneath her, leaning into Eric and looking down at him. One arm rested on top of the couch, so she could keep her balance, although every now and then she would sway and fall flat on him. She was cackling uncontrollably while Eric was telling her about the time he pulled Donna's pant down to reveal her wearing grandma underwear.

"Oh my god, who wears baggy beige panties? Ewwwww," Jackie slurred.

"What kind of panties do you wear, Jacks?" Eric asked innocently. If he had been sober, he never would have dreamt of asking that, nor would Jackie of answering. But they were hurt, confused, and so drunk, they couldn't tell the difference.

"I usually wear pretty lace ones," she informed him. "Like, the ones I'm wearing now - black lace with a pretty, tiny bow on the top. You wanna see?" Eric nodded enthusiastically, and Jackie sat up and pulled her top up a little and folded her tight pants down about two or three centimeters, showing of the black bow and top of the panties. Eric was mesmerized.

"See, they are SOO much better than grandma panties!" Eric found his drunk self wishing Jackie had pulled her pants down just a little more. Unfortunately, she unfolded her pants back to normal. Eric helped her pull her shirt down. She looked at him, and he looked back at her. They were both so drunk, but all they could think about was the other person. How lonely they felt. How the other felt exactly the same.

"You know what Jackie?" Eric asked, slurring so much it was almost impossible to understand him. But Jackie seemed to get him. "There are three," he held up four fingers, "substitutes for love."

"Really?" Jackie smiled, leaning in slightly to hear him. "What are they?"

"Dope," he said bluntly. Jackie nodded enthusiastically. "Beer," he said, pointing to a broken glass lying on the floor next to him. "And a hot chick who doesn't wear grandma panties but sexy, lace ones." He then pulled Jackie on top of him and kissed her.

Jackie didn't push away, or fight him. She wasn't even fully aware of what was going on. An eighty-year-old woman could have stuck her tongue down her throat and Jackie wouldn't have stopped her. She was hurting, deep inside, but at the moment her head was so fogged up from the pot and the beer, all she wanted was Eric's kisses. It could have been seen as their way of payback to Donna and Hyde for running away, but they were so out of it they weren't even thinking about those two. They weren't thinking at all. So she responded to Eric's kiss buy shoving her tongue down his throat, and Eric didn't object.

Eric pressed against the small of her back, his tongue meeting hers and exploring her mouth, causing Jackie to let out a moan. In a bold move, Eric moved his hand from her cheek and cupped her breast. Jackie gasped at the sudden contact, but didn't stop him. He traced small circles around her hard nipples, exciting her beyond belief. She broke free of the kiss, and for a second Eric looked disappointed. But his face lit up as Jackie sat up and swiftly removed her tight tank top over her head.

She was wearing a black-laced bra, matching to her panties. It showed off a perfect cleavage, one that Eric licked his lips at and pushed her down on the couch, crawling on top of her so he was now on top.

He kissed her on the mouth again, but moved his lips down south, kissing her neck and stopping to suck one particular area. As he did this, she aggressively unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor behind the couch.

They weren't thinking about what happened a few hours before. They weren't thinking about what would happen a few hours later. They weren't thinking about how wrong this was, or how fast they were gong, or how much they would regret this. All they were thinking about were the kisses, and the touching, and the feeling of being desired. It was a feeling neither had felt in a long time.

Eric stopped sucking her neck and moved down to her breasts. He licked her chest as he unhooked her bra and threw it somewhere behind him. He circled her left breast with his tongue, slowly and excruciatingly, before putting his mouth around her nipple, sucking it hard. Jackie threw her head back and arched into his mouth more, grabbing onto his hair and letting her long locks tickle her bare back. She let out another moan as he gave the same attention to her other breast.

His lips finally departed from them, and Jackie felt warm kisses making a path to the small bow of her panties. She felt fingers viciously pull them off, and then saw the lace lingerie piece thrown across the basement. She then felt those hands slip inside her wet pussy and begin to fuck her hardly. She began to buck her hips in rhythm, humping Eric's hand. But Eric pulled his wet fingers out of her warm trap, Jackie whimpering at the loss, and just started to kiss her again.

Jackie was going mad by this stage. She unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side swiftly, undoing Eric's fly and letting 'Little Eric', hard as a brick, jump out at her. Within seconds, his jeans were off and Jackie was stroking his manhood, making him go even harder, if it were possible.

They both needed it. They knew they could have played around for hours, but they both knew what they needed. They needed each other, perhaps in ways they shouldn't have, but deep down, they knew that. They didn't care, either.

Eric caressed her smooth, enticing thigh slowly and languidly, then moved his fingers to her pussy once again. Stroking her swollen clit, he shoved his cock deep inside her, quite painfully, but neither really noticed. He started fucking her really hard into the couch, and Jackie found the rhythm quickly and matched it.

He felt himself go further in her, going deeper and faster with each hump, more so than he had ever done to Donna. The intensity of the sex was more than he was used to, but he was perfectly fine with that. He ended up being so far in her it became impossible to tell where one person started and the other ended.

"Oh Steven," Jackie purred, pulling Eric down kissing him. She moved her mouth across his jaw-line and bit his earlobe gently. The mistaken identity went over Eric's head, as he moved his head to let his tongue feel the back of her throat. "Ooohhhhhhh, yessss, that's the spot... oh, you're gonna make me come Steven... fuck me harder, harder..."

Eric obeyed her command, fucking her with as much strength as he had, and Jackie's cries told him he was doing everything right.

Eric heard himself groan when he felt Jackie's walls tensing up and milking him, and he slowed down to watch her face as she reached her intense climax. With a few more groans of his own, he came too, filling her with his own orgasm.

He lay his head down on her flat stomach, neither one speaking, perhaps because they were exhausted, perhaps because they were ashamed. Eric looked up, and through his hazy vision he could see Jackie falling asleep. He changed positions with her so she was on top, and much to her stirring, she fell asleep straight away. Eric closed his eyes, not really thinking of anything except how much his head was killing him, and felt himself eventually drift off.

Jackie slowly half-opened her eyes, disorientated. Her head was spinning, and she felt like throwing up. She couldn't remember what she had been up to yesterday at all, and didn't really want to, her head was pounding so much. What day was it? What time was it? Where the hell was she?

She opened her eyes fully, found herself lying naked in the basement on top of an also-naked Eric Forman, and screamed.