I'm sorry I'm so late on this. I need to learn how to manage writing three stories at once along with RL. I try to write them all at the same time along with cooking, cleaning, and working. I get bits and pieces done, but it seems like it takes forever to finish any of them this way! I'll figure it out. I think I need to focus on one chapter at a time!

This is the last chapter before the events of the first chapter, well, actually I have a little something special planned for the next chapter, but after that we will definitely be past chapter one in the story. I hope you are all excited to find out what happens after their night of "Forbidden Pleasures". ******I know I'm corny! LOL!******

These characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Sookie's POV

When I ran out of Principal Northman's office I was in a complete panic. Not only was I embarrassed for allowing myself to break down in front of him, I was also frustrated and confused. I knew that after today he would haunt me again. How could he not after the way he held me and the way he touched me? For some reason it all felt so right.

I couldn't figure out why he was having this effect on me, but I really wished it would all just stop. I didn't have the time or energy for a man. Fuck, I didn't have the time or energy for anything that would take my attention from Hunter; that included myself. Hunter was my priority. He was what was important.

It didn't matter what I wanted or needed. All that mattered was what Hunter wanted and needed and at that moment he needed the Halloween sugar cookies I'd bought his class at the grocery store. I finally gathered myself enough to get out of my car and walk back into the school. I desperately hoped I would not run into Principal Northman again.

I made it to Hunter's classroom and back out to my car without seeing Principal Northman which was very good, but once I was back in my car and alone my thoughts drifted back to him and to the fact that for the briefest moment I actually thought he was going to kiss me before I left his office. That was definitely one of the reasons I ran out of his office the way I did. It really freaked me out, but I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't kiss me or if it was because he almost kissed me. Maybe it was a little of both, I mean, I knew kissing him would have been a horrible idea, but I was attracted to him in a big way.

He may have been the hottest man I had ever seen , but it wasn't just a physical attraction. He was sweet and caring or at least I assumed he was. One would have to be, to be an elementary school teacher or in his case a principal. He had certainly come across that way in our encounters. He came off charming as well. This man was the total package; the perfect man.

The other reason I ran out of his office was because I broke down in front of him. I never open up to anyone; not even my best friends. With him it was different. I felt like I could tell him anything and I didn't know why. In my mind that was even more of a reason to stay away from him. If I could open up to him that meant I trusted him and trust, well, trust could be broken and I wanted no part of that. Sookie Stackhouse doesn't do trust!

Eric's POV

When Sookie left my office I mentally slapped myself. The problem was I wasn't sure if I was pissed because I almost kissed her or if I was pissed that I didn't kiss her. What was it about that woman? I was drawn to her and I certainly couldn't quit thinking about her. When I held her as she cried, it felt so perfect and so right. It felt as if she belonged in my arms and it was my job to make things better for her and to take away all of her pain.

I wanted her and although there was a great physical attraction between us, or at least on my part, I couldn't help but feel that there was more than that. She was sweet, innocent, beautiful, and caring. She was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman, but it didn't matter. I couldn't be with her and I had to stop this once and for all.

I managed to make it through the day with no more Sookie sightings, but thoughts of her never strayed far from my mind. After hall duty I went back to my office, got my things, and headed to the airport to pick up my twin sister, Pam. When I arrived at the airport she was there waiting for me.

She smiled and waved as I pulled up to the curb. As much as I had dreaded her visit it was really great to see her. It had been way too long.

She hopped into the car and immediately said, "Took you long enough," snarkily.

"I missed you too, Pam. It's so great to see you too," I said mockingly.

"You're in a lovely fucking mood, baby brother. What crawled up your ass and died?"

"Pam, I'm not in the mood for your shit. And drop the baby brother shit too," I growled.

Pam just stared at me like I had a horn growing out of my head. That was when I realized that I was being a super asshole and if I continued Pam would question me as to why. I wasn't ready to tell her why. If she found out about Sookie, I would never hear the end of it.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as nicely as possible.

"You know, I am, but it's a bit early to eat. Let's go back to your place and relax a bit and then we'll hit the town a little later," she said smiling.

"Hit the town? Pam, you know I hate going out. Can't we just rent some movies and get a case of beer or something?"

"Eric, it's not every day your favorite twin comes to stay with you."

"Pam, you are my only twin," I corrected.

Pam held firm and exclaimed, "We're going out tonight and we are going to have a great time!"

I knew there was no getting out of it. Once Pam had made up her mind about something there was no changing it so I drove home. As I drove, she rambled on about how much fun we were going to have and how maybe one of us would get lucky.

Get lucky, hmm. Maybe going out wasn't such a bad idea after all. If I could hook up with someone else, maybe I could stop dwelling on Sookie. Suddenly I was smiling ear to ear and going out seemed like the best idea in the world. I couldn't wait.

Sookie's POV

I had lost my whole afternoon thinking about Principal Northman and before I knew it Hunter was home. I set him up at the kitchen table to do his homework as I made dinner. It didn't take him long to finish his homework. His assignment was in reading and he was an excellent reader so when he finished I allowed him to watch a little TV.

As I sat the table the phone rang. "Hello," I said.

"Hey Sook," Amelia said. "Sorry to bother you at dinner time, but I really need to know if you are going to the party tomorrow night. I'm at the costume shop right now getting my costume and if you are coming then I'll get one for you too."

"I don't know Amelia. I just don't think it's a good idea." I wanted to go. I wanted to have fun, be irresponsible, and do all the things that I wasn't allowed to do in my new role as a mom, but the same voice inside of me that I so desperately wanted to break free from was telling me it going was a bad idea.

At that very moment before Amelia or I had single moment to speak another word I heard my front door open and my brother's voice say, "Hey Hunter, I hear you're spending the night with me tomorrow night and Tara and I are taking you trick-or-treating!"

Next I heard Hunter yell, "I get to stay with you! We're going to have fun! Yay!"

I guess my mind had been made up for me. Hunter was obviously thrilled about spending Halloween with Jason and Tara. I just wished someone would have consulted me before bringing him into it.

"Amelia, you still there?" I asked.

"Yeah Sookie, I'm still here. Look, I know you're pissed that we set you up, but we had to do it to get you to go out. You need a night out. Hunter will be fine."

"You're right, I am pissed," I said, "But you are right too that I need a night out. I do want to go out and have some fun. I just worry."

"Sookie, don't worry. Jason and Tara are perfectly capable of taking care of Hunter while you go out and have some fun."

"I know they are. Speaking of Hunter, his dinner is burning," I said as I ran over to the stove and flipped the fried chicken that was going to be a little extra crispy tonight. "I gotta go."

"Meet me at Merlotte's by eight. I'll have your costume delivered in the morning. Bye."

I hung up the phone and tended to dinner. Jason came in the kitchen and said, "So Tara's working late tonight; what's for dinner?"

"Look, I don't know if you even knew what you were doing when you walked in or if it was just something Tara put you up to, but I'm not going to waste my time getting all pissy about it. I'm mad, but it's over."

"Sook, we all see how stressed you are. You need a night out and we had to do it. Tara and I are here to help you. You just have to let us."

My brother never failed to surprise me. Usually it was because of the incredibly stupid things he chose to do, but every now and again it was because he did something incredibly thoughtful. This was one of those times. He'd never been super-helpful when it came to my needs so it was big when he told me I had him and Tara to help me with Hunter.

Jason and I went over the plans for Halloween. I was to get Hunter ready and Jason and Tara would pick him up at five. Once the plans were settled we all sat down and ate dinner. After dinner Hunter and Jason played hide and seek until it was time for Hunter to take his bath and go to bed. That gave me a little time to get some laundry done which was good. Having a six year old boy around really caused dirty clothes to pile up quick.

Finally, by nine o'clock, the laundry was done, Jason was gone, and Hunter was in his bed asleep. I thought that maybe I would crash. I definitely felt exhausted enough, but unfortunately I didn't. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep which was very good, but I was haunted by dreams of Principal Northman, which was very, very bad.

Eric's POV

When we got to my house Killer freaked out as usual. He hated Pam. I didn't blame him. She was my sister and that involved a special kind of unconditional love, but if I wasn't related to Pam, I would hate her too. She really was a bitch; a fun bitch, but still a bitch. She was one of those people that could cause a perfectly sane and confident person running for the razors with one comment.

I helped Pam get her stuff into the guestroom and then I lay back on the couch ready for my afternoon nap with my Killer. Killer curled up beside of me under the blanket and before I knew it we were spooning and asleep.

I awoke to a very pissed off Killer jumping out from under the covers barking. It scared the shit out of me. That was when I realized that Pam was standing at the foot of the couch hovering over me. It now made sense why Killer was freaking out. He was very protective of me.

"Eric, get your ass up and get dressed. We've got places to be, baby brother."

Arguing with Pam was an impossible battle to win so even though I wasn't that excited about going out I got up and made my way to my shower. I really liked the thought of getting laid; it had certainly been a long time, but I also knew I'd be just as content spending the evening on my couch with a couple of DVD rentals, Killer, and a six-pack.

I'd pretty much gotten over partying and women in college. I partied hard and fucked like a rabbit for the first four years, but by the time I was getting my Master's degree I was partied and fucked out. Don't get me wrong, I'm Eric Northman; I can party and I can certainly fuck with the best of them, but I'm older and more responsible now. Those things are just no longer priorities to me.

When I came out of my bathroom I was glad I'd put a towel around my waist because Pam was in my room going through my closet.

"Why are you in here?" I growled.

"I have to pick your outfit, Eric. I'm not going to go out with you looking like an idiot." I was about to defend my taste in clothes when she sighed, "None of this will do." I was still trying to understand exactly what was wrong with my clothes when she held out a pair of pleated pin-striped dress pants and asked, "Eric, where the hell do you get this stuff?"

"They're my work clothes, Pam. What do you expect? I'm an elementary school principal," I lashed out in defense of my wardrobe.

She pulled out a pair of old worn jeans and one of my button-down dress shirts. "This will have to do," she said as she handed them to me. "Leave the shirt un-tucked and leave a few buttons open at the top."

"As you wish mistress," I said as I bowed to her. That at least earned a laugh from her as she left me alone to get ready.

I finished getting ready and called Killer up to my bed. He jumped up on the bed like he thought he was going to get to go out with us. I hated to burst his bubble, but he had to stay home.

"My wittle baby Killer, you have to stay home tonight and be a good baby for daddy. Daddy is going to get waid tonight and if he bwings home a wady, you will need to be a very good boy," I said as I kissed and patted him on the head.

He wagged his nub and licked my hand in reply.

As I baby-talked to my dog, I suddenly realized there was something seriously wrong with me. I was really just baby-talking to my dog and what made it worse was that I realized that this wasn't the first time I'd done it. It was actually something I did numerous times every single day. Maybe I did need to go out or at the very least find a hobby.

I flew up off my bed as quickly as I could and went into the living room where Pam was waiting. I lived near downtown so we opted to walk so that we could both drink as much as we wanted. Once that decision was made we were on our way.

We had a quick dinner and then headed to Fantasia. Fantasia was Pam's favorite dance club in Shreveport. She drug me there every time she visited. When we got there it was packed so she found us a table and I went and got drinks.

I arrived at the table with a whiskey sour for Pam and a beer for myself. Several drinks and many dirty thoughts of Sookie later, Pam and I were both letting loose on the dance floor. We had even managed to find ourselves a couple of girls. That was one thing Pam and I were always good at together; picking up women. She found herself a cute little bi-curious brunette with a hot little redhead friend. Luckily the hot little redhead seemed more than willing to help me forget about Sookie. I was having a great time and things were actually looking up for me.

My intention was to take my hot little redhead home and fuck her all night long until I was asking, "Sookie who?". She was supposed to leave in morning completely sated and I was going to get my life back, but that's not what ended up happening.

When the club closed we headed back to my place. When we got there Killer was being rude and unruly, as usual, but we were all so drunk that the women all thought he was adorable. Even Pam patted him on the head and told him how cute he was and she had always hated him. Finally he settled down and crawled onto my lap which earned several high pitched squeals from the girls.

We'd been home for about thirty minutes when Pam slurred, "Let's do tequila shots!"

Everyone agreed and my hot little redhead added, "Lets make a game out of it. You got any cards?"

Everyone was game so I went and got the cards. We ended up playing Asshole, which I hadn't played in at least ten years. I must admit I had fun, but I don't know what any of us were thinking. I couldn't speak for Pam or the girls, but I definitely should have known better than to do shots of tequila after all the beer I'd drank earlier. For that matter I should have known better than to play Asshole with tequila.

About an hour and too many shots to count later Pam and her brunette were stumbling to her room leaving me and my hot little redhead in the living room alone. Well, Killer was there, but he didn't count; at least I didn't think he did. That was my first big mistake.

At first we just made out on the couch, but Killer kept crawling in between us in jealousy, effectively breaking our kisses and gropes. She took it in stride and actually giggled about it, but it really pissed me off. I was a man on a mission. I had to fuck this redhead to get a certain blonde out of my system and there was no way I was going to let a ten pound cockblocker stand in my way.

I took her hand and stood up. Standing was my second big mistake. I had not attempted to stand since our game of Asshole and when I stood up everything started to spin. I almost fell over, but again I was a man on a mission. I regained myself and very slowly and carefully, I led her into my bedroom. Once inside I made sure Killer was outside and I shut the door. I felt like I was home free; like nothing could possibly happen to ruin this now. I thought that Sookie would soon be a distant memory, but boy was I wrong.

I made my way over to her and she immediately started unbuttoning my pants. Apparently she was on a mission too and I certainly wasn't going to complain. She quickly freed my hard and aching cock from its captivity and took it in her mouth. She started by teasing the tip with her lips and tongue, which sent me straight to heaven, but unfortunately between the pleasure and the tequila the room around me started to spin.

"Baby," I said quietly as I tapped her on the shoulder. I realized then that I had no clue what her or her friend's names were, but I also decided that names were not necessary. It wasn't like either of us wanted to see each other again. She was the type of girl that went home with a different guy every night and I was essentially using her to vanquish all thoughts of Sookie from my mind. Once the night was over and our purposes were served we would be finished with each other. Baby would have to do.

She slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked as she pulled back. The suction caused a popping sound when my cock slipped free from her mouth. It was fucking hot and felt good as hell. I definitely wanted to see what other tricks she had for me.

She looked into my eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing; nothing at all," I said smirking. "I just need to sit down for a minute." I climbed on the bed leaned back into the mound of pillows at the headboard. "Much better. Now, where were we?" I asked as I pulled her to me and kissed her.

She pulled away, grinned, and said, "Uh, I don't think that is where we were." She then proceeded to slink her way back down the bed until her face was between my legs and her hand was on my cock.

I gasped when her hand touched my cock, but that was nothing compared to the very loud, "Fuck woman," that left my lips when I felt her tongue run all the way from my taint to the tip of my dick. If that wasn't enough when she reached the tip she looked me right in the eye and then slid me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I swear I almost came right there.

She held me there I'm guessing until she needed to breathe. It was several seconds and I never wanted my cock to be anywhere else, that is until Sookie popped into my head for the millionth time that evening. I wanted my cock to be in Sookie so fucking bad.

I attempted to stifle my thoughts of Sookie and get back to the blowjob at hand. Just as I managed to bring my thoughts back to the hot little redhead and the blowjob she was giving me I realized something didn't feel right. Something definitely felt strange. I opened my eyes and looked down to see the hot little redhead not looking so fucking hot anymore. She was curled up at the foot of my bed crying and there was puke all over my bed and me.

Using my now soiled sheet I cleaned myself off and put my boxers back on. I was beyond pissed, but I was a nice guy so even though I was angry I felt bad for her. I picked her up and carried her to my other guestroom.

Once she was settled in with some sprite, crackers and a handy garbage can positioned by the bed I got Killer, went back to my own room, changed my sheets, jumped in the shower, jerked off to visions of Sookie, and went to bed feeling defeated. That was pretty much my normal routine, well, aside from changing my sheets. My obsession with Sookie was not over as I had planned it to be and I was beginning to wonder if it would ever end.

I had this pretty much done on Thursday night, but I had planned on ending it when they left the club. I was going to start the next chapter with them getting to Eric's house, but I kept going back and forth and didn't have much time to write on Friday because of work. Although I still wish I'd have gotten this chapter up quicker, I'm glad I waited and finally decided to make the whole evening one chapter. I think the story will flow better that way!

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