An update for you! Definitely a little smut and rated M for you. Compared to some of the other things I've written it's not bad, these two are still innocently exploring and sharing firsts with each other. Enjoy this new updated named after the season 1 episode BYOB but Brandon isn't gonna crash his car this time and the Walsh's aren't having their own party. Brenda is getting to know more of Dylan…even his demons.

Chapter 16

B.Y.O.B.

BPOV

I got ready for school with a smile on my face. I was so happy. I have been going out with Dylan for exactly two weeks. He has been nothing but sweet and caring and devoted to me. He hasn't pressured me into moving forward with our relationship and when I think our make outs have gone far enough he is respectful. Plus making out with Dylan is so intense and amazing, the build up is beyond exciting. I have thought a lot about sex with Dylan. We've talked about it but not much since we had the "talk". I know he'll wait for me and that's all the matters but then again its only been two weeks, how long are you suppose to wait for something like this? I hadn't a clue. I wasn't going to worry about it. I was enjoying getting to know my boyfriend on this new level. Brandon left to meet Andrea before school so I walked to my locker by myself. Kelly and Donna appeared at my side.

"Cancel everything…we are having a blow out tonight." Kelly said giddy.

"We are?" I asked and smiled.

"Jackie left for Cabo San Lucas this morning with Ron. She will be gone the whole weekend."

"Who's Ron?" I asked interested with a lift of my eyebrows.

"Who cares?" Kelly said, "Some balding doctor my mom started seeing but she is gone and that's all that matters."

"Who are you going to invite?" Donna chimed in equally as excited as Kelly it seemed.

"I don't know…we'll keep it small private…strictly A list." Kelly said with a smile.

"Um…can I ask Dylan?" I ask knowing it will be fine.

Donna smiles, "Hot and Heavy." She jokes.

"I'll have to make sure to change the sheets in the guest room." Kelly jokes too. My lips purse together trying not to smile as my face heats up.

"Goodbye." I drag out and begin to walk away. They love to embarrass me ever since Dylan and I literally came out of the closet.

"Brenda…bring him…I was only kidding. There is always room for more cute guys." Kelly says truthfully and I nod and continue my way to my locker.

I looked down the hall and see Dylan putting his books in his locker. I smile at the sight of him. He stands wearing a grey button down, signature white shirt peaking through. Jeans a little loose but still showing his lucious ass. He is wearing black boots and he looks delicious with his hair sculpted to James Dean perfection. God he is hot. Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am. I began to walk towards him and as he shuts his locker and turns, I slide in front of him, my shoulder resting on the locker by his. He looks me up and down with a sexy smirk and my body lights up.

"Remember me?" I flirt.

His smile widens, "Vaguely." He pretends. "Remind me." He whispers seductively before he leans in and kisses me softly. I sigh into his mouth, he deeps it a little. My body does weird things when were close like this. It's foreign and addicting. I pull away slowly keeping my closeness.

"Kelly is having a party tonight, you want to go?" I ask hopeful.

He looks a little disappointed, "I just made plans to surf Baja this weekend."

"You'd rather go surfing then be with me?" I say trying to hide my disappointment.

His hand comes up, as he hooks his index finger into the belt loop of my jeans and pulls me against him, "You wanna come along?" His eyebrows raise and I'm tempted. Like my parents would ever allow that.

"You hate parties huh." I say more as a statement then a question.

His head tilts to the side looking into my eyes, "I'm better one on one." His voice is low and soft, his facial expression is sexy as all hell and my girl bits tingle with anticipation.

"Anyone in particular?" I play it off.

"I'll tell you next weekend…cause I'm all your's." He says with a smirk.

"It's a date." I smile and grab his shirt pulling him into a kiss. His mouth opens against mine, his tongue enters slowly and we kiss like we aren't at school. He reaches from my belt loop and takes my hand. He leads me down the hallway to health class.

As we sit at our table waiting for the teacher to show and start the class, he seems distant. I run the back of my hand down his cheek, "Hey…what's wrong?"

"Are you going to be drinking tonight?" He eyes me curiously.

I lift one shoulder, "Probably."

He thinks for a second, "Just be careful okay?"

"You don't trust me?" I smile only kidding. Like I would do anything.

"No…I do…I just…remember last time and I worry about you."

I smile and move in even closer kissing his lips, "I'll be fine. Kelly said small and private, I doubt the jocks are even going to be invited." Dylan pulls away looking not convinced. The jocks are the A list and he knows this. "Hey…don't worry, I'll be with the girls, Brandon…you go have fun surfing and make sure you sleep alone." I stare into his eyes.

He relaxes and smiles, "I told you to come with." His eyebrows lift and then the teacher comes in just as the bell rings.

"Sometime." I say quietly as I turn to face the front of the class.

"I'm counting on it." He says smiling looking down and my hormones jump and dance. Ugh it's only been two weeks…its only been two weeks, I chant in my head. God I want this boy.

I get ready for Kelly's party and join Brandon in the bathroom. I look as he fixes his already styled hair. He's wearing a red button down, matching tie thats done loosely to seem more casual and a black hounds tooth blazer. He looks stylish and handsome. I smile at him fixing my updo. I decide to wear a black short tight dress. It has mesh sleeves a wide belt. I think I look fashionable but who am I trying to impress? It's not like Dylan will be there. We get to Kelly's and it is strictly private and small. There is maybe 20- 30 classmates there. The jocks are indeed there, the gang. The music is blaring and everyone is dressed to impress. It's funny, here at West Beverly it seems like everyone is trying to act older, be more sophisticated. When I attended parties in Minnesota, we wore sweaters and jeans. But then again that probably was more because it was 30 below outside. Here it was mid January and it was cooler at night but still 70 degree in the day. Steve hands Brandon and myself his classic and famous, mucho marvelous mango margaritas and I almost moan taking a sip. They are sweet and yummy, like a slushy, you barely taste the booze. These things could be dangerous and I'm happy I'm sleeping here tonight, Brandon saying he is staying at Steve's. I see Tony Miller from afar and he makes eye contact with me. I look away and he does the same. Fortunately we haven't ever talked about what happened that night and he hasn't talked about it either. I'm guessing he feels weird about the whole thing too. It's one thing to try to take advantage of a girl, it's a whole other thing when people know about it. The school knows Dylan and me are dating now. I'm sure he doesn't want round two with Dylan. Or round one with Brandon. Brandon and Kelly kiss and cuddle the whole night and I just look around looking bored. I miss Dylan and I wish he was here. I watch Donna dance with Fred Casey she cuddles into his chest. They flirt and stuff but nothing is going on besides a few kisses here and there. Kelly sits on Brandon's lap drinking her margarita and it looks like Brandon is enjoying his as well.

I sit at the bar alone and look at the couples dancing and I'm sad for a second. I want Dylan to accompany me to things like this. I know he isn't the crowd kind of guy but when we weren't together he attended bon fires and parties. How do you think he hooked up with girls all the time? Why was he being antisocial now? Now that we were together and free to do what we wanted? I take a sip of my margarita and I feel warm and tipsy. Not drunk, it feels nice but I feel like the alcohol isn't helping my dampened mood. Greg Wilson appears in front of me. He is a Junior and cute. He plays on the football team and we have Spanish together.

"Hey Brenda…having fun?" He smiles his blue eyes shining bright.

"Hey Greg, yeah it's a great party." I look around not wanting to make eye contact with him.

He shuffles his feet a little and seems nervous, "Brenda…do want to dance…or something?" He looks like he wants to throw up and it's cute. I smile at him setting down my margarita, "Sure." I nod knowing a dance is harmless. I follow him out on the dance floor and wrap my arms loose around his neck. His arms encircle my waist, there is maybe 5 inches between our bodies and he keeps a respected distance between our bodies as he begins to sway me with the music.

"You look pretty tonight." He says shyly and I smile.

"Thanks Greg." I say back with a tight smile. He pulls me a little tighter against him, his hands lowering almost touching my butt and I move away a little.

"Look Greg you're really sweet but…I have a boyfriend and I wouldn't want him hearing anything and getting the wrong idea." I say brave and secure in his move to get me closer.

He nods, "Yeah Dylan right? I just thought…well he wasn't here so?"

I feel the tingles before I hear the voice, Dylan stands in a dark black seater and jeans with his hands in his pockets as he clears his throat. I know he's been standing there for at least a few seconds. "I am here Greg." He eyes him as Greg backs away from me nervously.

"Dylan man…hey…didn't know you were here." He says nervously. "I was just keeping her company for you." He lies.

Dylan smirks at him, his eyes glaring though, "I got it from here." He says cool and collected. Greg nods as his eyes widen as he quietly walks away. I stare at Dylan his eyes meeting mine. I don't say anything warm tingles surround me further as he encircles my waist a little roughly pulling me against him. It's a possessive move and fucking hot. "I can't leave you alone for a second it seems." He says quietly, the fire in his eyes now a different kind. Jealous and overprotective, not angry like his eyes showed Greg.

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and kiss him softly. "You're here." I whisper. Closing my eyes as he leans his forehead against my own. We breath each other in for a second. I pull away realizing, "What are doing here? I thought you were in Mexico all weekend?" I ask curiously. He tightens his hold on me hugging me to him.

"I got down there and couldn't stop thinking about you. I didn't like the idea of you being here at a party without me. So I got in my car and drove back. Just in time I see." He looks to the side at Greg, giving him a look and I smile seeing Greg looking at us, sipping his margarita he looks away quickly, nervousness in his eyes. I find it funny but Dylan doesn't look amused. I nudge him playfully making him look at me.

"I missed you." I say looking into his eyes.

"I missed you too." He visibly relaxes in my arms. I know we don't have anything to discuss, he saw and probably heard my exchange with Greg. He knows I was just dancing and I was honest with him about me seeing Dylan. His anger is more towards Greg it seems but it doesn't last too long as he sways me slowly to the music. Dylan's face leaning closely against mine. We are silent and enjoying the closeness.

"Dylan man…nice of you to join us." Steve roughly grips Dylan's shoulder, and I want to kill Steve in that moment. "For you." He hands him a mango margarita and Dylan takes it willingly. I watch Dylan take a sip and smile at him.

"As good as I remember." Dylan laughs. He drinks it down quickly and more guys notice he's joined the party. Over is our romantic dance. We move to the bar and I get a refill on my drink as well and I laugh and have a good time with the gang. I watch Dylan take 4 shots of something brown that smells disgusting and I worry for a second. I remember weeks back when Dylan got upset at his father and went right for the bottle. I watch him laugh and high five the guys and it dawns on me. He is nothing like these people. He isn't social, but looks to be having a blast. He doesn't drink like the others either. Where I sit babysitting my margarita he has literally downed shots of straight booze. I grow concerned.

I touch his arm and he looks down at me, his eyes glassy and lustful, "Come outside with me." I say taking his hand.

The wooooooo's fill the area and I roll my eyes, what are we 11? Dylan smirks looking around at the guys, "She's the boss." He says flirty and the guys woo some more.

"I bet she is." Steve comments and I pull Dylan away from the scene of testosterone and adolescence.

When we get outside I pull him to a recliner that faces the pool. He plops drunkenly down on it pulling me on top of him. He kisses me fiercely, his hands everywhere.

"You look hot." He breathes and goes in to devour my mouth again. I pull away as he grabs my ass pulling me into him.

"Dylan." I say annoyed, "Are you drunk?" I pull away not turned on by his sloppy hands and mouth.

"Aren't you?" He smiles and his normal clear eyes are glassy still and he seems far away.

"Not really." I sit up in between his legs and sigh. He sits up too, and gently hugs me.

"What's wrong Bren? I thought you'd be happy I came?"

I look at him, "I am happy you came. It's just…you feel far away. You're drinking so much…." Dylan gets up angrily. "I didn't want to come to this party Brenda."

I get up angrily too, "Then why did you?" I shout.

There is one other couple making out away from us that looks in our direction. Both Dylan and I see them and try to calm down. Dylan takes a step towards me, "Look Bren…I came because you wanted me too. I hated the thought of you being here without me so assholes like Greg Wilson could dance with you and touch your ass. I didn't come to argue with you. I came to be with you." His eyes plead and he's emotional. Not crying emotional but its sincere and a little scared. I take a deep breath and look into his sweet face.

"I'm sorry." I move towards him. His strong arms hug me tightly as mine circle his thin waist. I feel him kiss my head. "I'm sorry Dylan." I whisper into his chest.

He nods and kisses my head again, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't be drinking at all."

I pull away and look into his eyes. He takes my hand and pulls me to the lounger again. "Brenda…being with you has really changed me. This is not my scene anymore. I want to be better for you. I have a drinking problem Bren…I shouldn't be drinking at all." He looks down ashamed and my heart breaks. He looks into my eyes, "I'm an alcoholic Brenda. I have been for years. I bounce back and forth. Been to AA but been off the wagon for while." My hand finds his face. "I don't want you to hate me or think less of me." He whispers.

"I don't hate you." I say quickly. "I want to help you. Let me help you."

"You already have." His thumb caresses my cheek, "I haven't touched a drink in weeks, since Donna's party actually. Since I've been with you. Except tonight." He sighs and looks down again ashamed.

My hands grabs his face and I kiss him gently. "I'm here for you."

He looks in my eyes for a minute and nods. He leans back into the lounger and takes me with him as I cuddle into his chest.

We sit and talk out there for hours. Neither of us indulging in anymore alcohol for the night. The words I love you. Are on the tip of my tongue but I don't say it. Not yet. But I feel it everywhere. And as Dylan holds me tightly against him, I swear the same hum of adoration and love passes through him to me too. Tonight we chipped a little at the wall of protection Dylan usually surrounds himself with. He opened up to me and told me the truth and Im not disappointed in him, I'm proud of him for his honesty. I don't see many more of these parties in our future. Maybe I'm better one on one too.

DPOV

I show up at the party and see Brenda and Greg Wilson dancing. My first reaction is to go cave man on her but I see a respectful distance between their bodies as I walk closer. Brenda hasn't seen me and Greg is looking down at my girl like he wants to feast on her. I see him pull her tighter and then his hand is practically on her ass. She pushes him away and I hear her. Telling him she is with me and she doesn't want me hearing anything and getting the wrong idea. My heart skips a beat. Then I hear the douche say I'm not there so it's time to make myself known.

We're in our little bubble until Steve comes over with a margarita and the old Dylan comes out to play. I feel Brenda's eyes on me as I take shots and fool around with the guys but I don't look at her, until she pulls me out side where we can be alone. At first I'm kissing her like a starved man and who knows what my drunk mind would have tried to do with her if she didn't stop me. I opened up to Brenda. I told her about my drinking issues. Instead of hating or judging me she only showed me love and support. Once we talked for a while. I wanted to tell her. Once I sobered a little, I wanted to tell her I loved her but I didn't. It wasn't because I was scared I just wanted it to come at the perfect time. Not when we both had been drinking. When the guests had left and Kelly and Brandon, who are sleeping together now it seems make their way into Kelly's room for the night. Bren and me go up the stairs to call it a night as well.

I see Brenda's nervous expression when we finally settle into Kelly's guest room. From the corner of my eyes she watched me strip to my boxers as I climbed into bed. I watch her look around and take a deep breath before changing into a t-shirt Kelly had let her borrow. She undresses and stands there nervously in her bra and underwear as I drink her in. She clutches the t-shirt in her hands tightly.

"I'm…were not going to have sex tonight Dylan." She says quietly as she puts the t-shirt over her head. She sticks her arms through and undoes her bra underneath pulling it magically out the sleeve of the shirt.

I smile at her again, "I know baby. Come here." I pull down the covers and watch her timidly. Sit down slowly then laying down, she looks at me as we face each other.

"I'm not ready yet Dylan…it's not that I don't want you. I do…it's just…"

"Hey come here." I pull her towards me. She cuddles into my chest and I kiss her head. "Bren." I breathe out. "I told you I would wait for you. I'm not going anywhere. When we make love for the first time, it won't be in Kelly's guest room. It will be amazing and special and something the two of us will never forget." I say honestly. She squeezes me tightly like I said the right thing. After a minute of silence she looks up at me. Her big doe light eyes stare into mine and butterflies fly around my belly. I lean in and kiss her. Our lips connecting rhythmically. Her tongue searches my mouth meeting mine. She moans a little, I harden instantly. My hands roam familiarly over her body and find home up her t-shirt. I knead her breast as I devour her. My upper body instinctively hovering over her own. My need for her prominent against her thigh. My hand wanders down her flat abdomen and her legs spread showing me she wants me to touch her. We've done it before, but we got interrupted last time. My hands gently enter her underwear and my fingers are met with warm wet yearning. My middle finger and index finger circle her bud and Brenda moans loudly into my mouth. The sound goes straight to my dick and I push my center into her leg needed the friction. I remember the conversation we just had and I was being honest. If Brenda wanted to do it now, I wouldn't have denied her but I do want our first time to be special.

"Is this okay?" I ask making sure she is comfortable and this not going to far.

Her breaths are heavy and I know she is enjoying it. She pulls me tighter to her.

"Yes…don't stop." She whispers. I smirk and go in kissing her again.

My finger enters her, she's tight and wet and so primed it's not even funny.

"You're so wet." I whisper and her expression looks embarrassed and hides her face. I smile at her, "Don't hide from me. Do you know how sexy you are?" Her eyes peak up at me, "You're so beautiful." I whisper.

I enter another finger and she moans loudly again. As I pump in and out of her, she kisses me making the sexiest noises I have ever heard. I work her over and my thumb presses into her sensitive bundle and her breaths and moans get quicker and louder. She moves to meet my hand and I know she's close. "Dylan." She breaths and her eyes are closed.

"Look at me baby." I command almost and her eyes open and look into mine. In that moment her walls clamp my fingers and her hips meet my hand again and stay pushed into me. She shakes a little and groans loudly. Her face is the most beautiful thing when she comes undone and I stare at her lustfully. God she has no idea what she does to me. Her eyes staring into mine as my fingers ride out her orgasm with her. I slow as she calms and eventually stop as I kiss her. I nuzzle her neck, she is breathing hard still coming down from her high. There are those words again. On the tip of my tongue as I kiss her neck.

"Bren?" I say quietly. I'm gonna say it, its caught in my throat.

"Yes?" She whispers.

"I adore you." I chicken out. She is quiet for a second and I look at her to see if she even heard me. Her eyes are sparking even in the dark. She wants to say something to me too. I see it in her eyes.

"I adore you too." She whispers and I can't help the disappointment that stabs at my chest because I wanted to hear she loved me. But I can't be upset because I failed to tell her too. I lay down and pull her to me. Her head rests on my chest and her leg intertwines with mine.

"Why is it…when I'm with you I can just forget about everything?" I say honestly to her. It's true, I fall into a trance and nothing matters. My dad running from the law, my mother practically abandoning me to go find herself. The fact that I drank tonight when I had been doing so well. She was like my angel.

She doesn't say anything but she hums content. "I could get used to this." She squeezes me tighter for a second and kisses my bare chest.

"So could I." I imagine it. Going to sleep beside her and waking up next to her everyday.

Her hands rub my stomach and inch lower. I place my hand on hers stopping her from going where I know she is going. She looks at me surprised.

"What about you?" She says referring to my release. I smile and kiss her gently. She has not touched me yet or even seen it. Then again I haven't seen her either. "I don't really know what to do." She says shyly, "But you could show me."

"Sleep my angel, we have all the time in the world."

"But…I want to…I want to make you feel like you make me feel."

I hug her to me, her head resting on my chest. "You already do Bren…you already do."

She hums again and settles in my arms. Her breathing evens out and I know she is probably sleeping or close to it.

I kiss her head again and think about how I love this girl. I've known her for 6 months but we've only been officially dating for 2 weeks. I close my eyes and think about when the best time to tell her will be. Part of my heart knows I had a perfect chance tonight and blew it. Sleep finds me easy, with Brenda in my arms. I realize I haven't been this happy possibly ever. She is everything to me and she hasn't a clue.

I wake up to Brenda's hand gliding across my chest and down my abdomen again. I smile remembering where I am and it wasn't a dream. My eyes flutter open to find hers staring at me.

"Morning." I whisper looking into her big blue grey eyes.

"Good morning." She says back shyly.

"Sleep well?"

She nods and bites her lip looking down at my chest then lower. My eyes follow and to my complete and utter embarrassment my morning wood tents the crisp white sheets. God can I not be 16 for 5 fucking seconds. Her hand lowers and my eyes snap up at hers. She has lust in her eyes and I know what she wants. I take her hand lowering it to the elastic part of my boxers, I finger the waist band, my eyes not leaving hers. Opening it a little I guide her hand down them. Her hand closes around my member instantly and I cover mine over hers. My eyes close, her warm hand sending a shot of pleasure through out my body I breath out. My eyes open and she is looking into mine. I guide her hand up slowly and then back down. Up slowly and down, I groan my eyes rolling to the back of my head this time. My hand lets go of hers and she continues picking up the pace a little.

"Keep doing that." I whisper, "Don't stop." I grunt.

She continues and kisses my chest as I pant. Fuck it feels good and I know I'm not going to last long. Brenda has opened up to me and I know she hasn't done this before but she doesn't let on she doesn't know what to do. Her hand tightens but her pace never wanes. I flip the sheets down so I can see her hand working me. It instantly turns me on even more. I push my boxers down a bit and she stops. I look at her wondering why but she is staring down at it in awe. It makes me smirk. I love the little firsts we have been having. My hand covers hers and I move it up and down again. Her eyes meet mine and she blushes knowing I caught her looking. I only stop guiding her hand when she continues and the tightness in my balls spreads across my groin and I know I'm done for. I breath and pant and grunt until I release. My warm seed squirts against my stomach and down her little hand as she works me. I groan a feral sound as my eyes squeeze shut. I jerk a little riding out my orgasm spreading across my body making my toes curl. She slows and then stops as my eyes open. She is smiling. No she is grinning and it makes me smile back at her. She has a proud gleam in her eye and I lay stated coming down from my own high. I watch her get up and head to the bathroom that attaches to this bedroom. I hear the water run for a second and then I see Brenda with the same smile she had early bring me a damp towel. She cleans me up effortlessly and tosses the towel in a near by hamper. I fix my boxers covering myself up as she climbs in my arms. I hug her tightly.

"You're amazing." I say because I'm still too chicken shit to tell her the truth. She giggles and hides her face. I nudge her so she'll look at me, "What?" She makes a smile.

"That was honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen." She admits. And I laugh out loud.

"Man I'm glad I came to this party." I joke still chucking from her admission.

"Me too." She laughs too, "So…better than surfing?" I look down at her. She is still grinning like a fool and looks so unbelievable sweet and cute I smile back.

I groan and pull her to me. Her face is close to mine. Our noses practically touching. "So much better." I whisper against her lips.

"Thank you for coming to the party Dylan."

I push her hair back from her face a little, "Where you are is where I belong." I say truthfully and we kiss. We kiss until we hear movements around the house signally it is probably time to get up.

As we sit around the breakfast table in Kelly's kitchen. Conversation seems to flow around us, Donna, Steve, Kelly and Brandon talking about the party and such. Brenda and I don't hear or say a thing. Looking disgustingly happy and guilty as we stare at each other over our coffee cups. Our lustful stares holding our secrets that only we know. I love you I say in my head as I look at her. And just as if she can read my mind, she winks at me. Bringing her cup to her lips and sipping her coffee again. Her eyes staring into mine.

"What's with you two?" Our stare is broken as both of us look towards Brandon, who is looking between us which makes the whole table look between us.

And just like that our moment is done. I guess I can't be angry at my best friend because if he heard the things I was thinking or doing with his sister I'm sure he'd have a lot more to say about it and he'd probably want to murder me. I shrug innocently and sip my coffee and conversation picks up again. This time I wink at Brenda and she smiles shyly looking into her cup. I can't wait to claim her as my own with those three little words and my body. It's only been two weeks but my heart feels like I'm suppose to love her, she is made for me. We are complete opposites, we grew up completely different yet we get each other. As the gang chats my mind works over time on planning the perfect way to tell Brenda how I feel about her. I want to tell her soon, I have to tell her soon…I need to tell her soon.

Hit review my lovely readers and Happy Sunday! These two little naughty kids are having fun learning from each other aren't they? Next up Dylan finally tells Brenda those 3 little words but it isn't at all like he plans it. Not gonna follow the actual show time line because she isn't having her breast cancer scare and thats actually when he tells her. But Palm Springs Weekend is still happening and its next! Hint hint!