Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, guys! I have some stuff going on but the next chapter is here. Get ready for some flashbacks in this one. That's what the "FB#" means, because I don't like to italicize it since that's what I do to the first and last sentence of each chapter. The following chapter is pretty graphic in both language and content. Enjoy! I don't own Victorious!

Beck's POV

Last night was her fourth time. Yes, Tori's fourth time taking ecstasy with me and my fourth time almost getting lucky. Every time we roll, she wants to touch me like never before. I can't lie and say that I didn't know this would happen. I wanted it to happen. The drug made her feel good, and when she felt good, she'd make me feel good. The first time she did it, she couldn't take her hands off my hair. She kept running her hands through it and complimented it about fifty times before I shut her up with a kiss…

(FB #1)
"Beck, your hair is amazing. I can't believe this grew from your head," Tori giggled. We were lying in my bed, looking at all the posters and stuff on my walls. She was amazed by everything right now; every picture on the wall, the accidental touches by me, but most of all my hair. She was not shy about it either. She tugged and pulled and petted all she wanted.

"Tori, that's like the millionth time you said something about my hair," I groaned. I could feel a tingling in my pants. I had been getting a boner on and off for the last hour or so from the effects of the X, and Tori pulling and touching me wasn't making the situation any easier.

"I know but it's just so incredi-" I shut her up with a kiss. And to my own amazement, she kissed back. She grabbed my hair tighter in her fist and scooted into me closer than she already was. We kissed for what seemed like forever, just lips to lips, before she scooted away and sat up. I was now lying on my side, touching her exposed back. "I can't, Beck. This is wrong…right?"

"What's wrong about it? I kissed you, you kissed me back. You did it because you wanted to. Are you saying that you make wrong decisions?" I asked her, looking up at her – she was now standing.

"No, I don't. I do what I want because I'm an adult now," she reassured herself and started to chew on her lip.

"That's right, so come back, you're tripping anyway. You might as well get comfortable because since it's your first time, you may think you're tripping for a while," I said and patted the spot next to me.

"Yeah, I am, I feel fuzzy and my mouth needs to do things," she said and laughed at herself.

"I know, it's the X, so let me keep it busy so you don't chew your pretty lips off," I said reached out for her.

She came to me. She slipped into my bed and scooted next to me once again. There was a brief moment of awkwardness that I broke by just going ahead and pecking her on the cheek.

"What was that for?" she asked me.

"Because you're cute," I smiled and she kissed me on the lips. "What was that for?"

"Because I want to keep doing what we were doing five minutes ago," she grinned.

I kissed her on the lips after she told me her reasoning. We kissed, just lips to lips over and over again for a while until I finally got the guts to slip my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was small and wet and as we pushed our tongues against each other, I started to taste pineapple. Kissing Tori was something I had always wanted to do, but I didn't think it would be this great. She was innocent, so I figured she would never kiss me the way she did. She moaned and pulled away and breathed in deep. She pushed me gently so that I was on my back and straddled me. She smiled and started to kiss me again, grinding herself into me. My cock was harder than ever now, and I pushed back and she moaned and quit kissing me. She buried her face into the crook of my neck and started to kiss there. I groaned as I felt her start to suck. When she finally pulled away, I could feel my neck throb a little. There would be a hickey in the morning. We humped through our clothes for a little while before I took the chance to reach my hands up her shirt. She looked down at me, looking a little worried. She climbed off of me.

"What is it?" I asked. She lied down next to me and started to bite her lip once again while looking at the ceiling.

"I…I just want to stop. I'm sorry, I don't want to make any decisions while I'm riding," she said.

"Rolling. And okay, I can respect that," I sighed. "But damn, you sure had me going," I chuckled.
(End FB)

My thoughts about the first time Tori rolled were broken up by her yawning. She spent the night last night, as she does when she doesn't feel sober enough to drive home. The past couple of weeks were amazing. She'd come over, we'd get high, we'd pig out, watch movies, smoke cigarettes, and if we had ecstasy we'd roll, touch a little (or a lot) and fall asleep together. This would change soon, though, because in a couple of days Andre was coming back. He was keeping his promise of spending the 4th of July with us. The two of us hadn't really talked since he left. We'd talk online sometimes, or even shoot a couple texts – but it was more so to know that either one of us was still alive. We were good friends, but we weren't that kind of close. Plus, he was super busy with summer classes and working. I'm sure that when he returned, Tori would put all this behind her and be in love once again. In the back of my mind, and possibly heart, I wished and hoped that he would come back with some girl so Tori could come running to me.

"Morning," Tori said softly.

"Hey, sleep well?" I asked and leaned over to kiss her forehead. She smiled.

"I did. Hard, too," she said, sitting up, exposing a small wet spot on my pillowcase where she had drooled. "Sorry."

"No worries. I slept great. You were an animal last night, ya know," I nudged her and smiled. She looked shocked.

"Wha-what do you mean? We didn't have sex, did we?!" she asked loudly, shooting up from the covers. She looked down and noticed that she was only in a t-shirt and socks. She looked around the room for the rest of her clothes. Her jeans were neatly folded, with her panties, and placed on top of her purse and shoes by the door. "Oh God, please tell me we didn't have sex."

"Okay, we didn't have sex," I said. We didn't. I just liked playing with her, because she was so serious about giving her virginity to Andre. I know that it hurt her feelings when I'd poke fun at that suggestion. I'd say things like, "Well, you know it won't be that special. Andre's taken plenty of virginities." Shit like that, because I wanted Tori all for myself. And her virginity. It wasn't fair that he could go screw girls whenever he wanted just to come back here and take something special like virginity from Tori. I loved her, too, ya know. "Tori, calm down. We didn't have sex, but we were sexual." I said.

"Really?"

"Tori, you really don't remember?" I asked. Now I was getting concerned. Usually in the mornings, even after rolling, she'd remember the night before.

"No, I don't. My jeans smell awesome, did you Febreeze them or something?" she asked, slipping them on after a few sniffs.

"No, I washed them. You puked all over yourself. C'mon Tori, I gave you ecstasy, not fucking roofies," I said a little harsh. It offended me that she didn't remember. I took such good care of her last night, in more ways than one…

(FB #2)
We had taken the pills and were doing what we did the past three times: staring at the walls in my room. It's amazing that every time we trip, we find something new to like about my trailer. I moved my hands gently over to her hand that was resting on her stomach. She turned to me and smiled.

"I like this," she said, a bit stupidly before turning her attention to my dirty fish tank. All the fish were dead, but I still had it plugged in and I never cleaned it out. "I'm going to get you some fishies," she smiled.

"You're gonna get me some fishies, huh? How come?" I asked. I never took good care of animals, unless I was being paid to – like my neighbor's little Yorkie.

"Because they're cute. They make kissy faces all the time," she said and proceeded in showing me a great example by twisting up her lips.

"Yeah, they are cute, let me try," I said proudly, twisting my own lips a bit and turning towards her. She giggled. "What's funny? You don't like my kissy face?" I asked, sitting up so that my back was supported against the wall. She sat up, too, and shook her head.

"I love your kissy face, Beck, don't be silly," she laughed, waving her hand in my face. I grabbed it and pulled her closer.

"Yeah?" I said, my voice lowering a bit.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered a bit before our faces collided in a kiss. She was on her knees, and she crawled between my legs once we stopped for a second, and then went right back to it. We kissed hard, so hard, I could feel teeth some times, and hear our wet tongues sliding around in each other's mouths. She pulled away to gasp for air. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me. "I want to try something," she breathed, moving off of me. She was now standing near the bed with her hands on her hips.

"Alright, but I want to try something first," I said, looking her up and down. "Take off your pants," I said and removed my shirt and tossed it over by the closet. It almost knocked down the bong we were smoking out of earlier today. She followed directions when I made room for her on the bed. "Just relax and trust me," I said. "Lie down, and get comfortable." And she did. I had Tori Vega in my bed, with just a shirt and panties on. Finally.

"What are we going to do?" she asked timidly. I crawled between her legs and hovered over her face, my hair sweeping across my eyes a bit.

"Well, first I'm going to kiss you. The rest is a mystery," I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. We kissed passionately for a while, my knee pressing into her panties as her hips bucked continuously. I could tell she wanted me to do more. I would soon move to her neck to kiss and suck on it lightly, so that there wouldn't be much of a hickey. She told me that if her parents ever found one on her, that dear ol' cop-dad would take control. I wasn't afraid of much, but I did too many drugs to be in trouble with a guy like that. I slid my hands up her shirt, feeling the lace of her bra before slipping my hand up under it. I took one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger, squeezing and pinching it which caused Tori to moan with pleasure. I didn't want to stop just for her to take her bra off, because that would give her time to change her mind about what would happen next.

"Beck, mmm, fuck that feels so good," she said, her eyes popping open to see mine staring back. She was so hot. And I was only going to make her hotter.

My face went from her lips, to her neck, to her collarbones, to her stomach, to right where her panties started. I tugged at them with my teeth, Tori writhing underneath me. I backed up so that her underwear was right in my face. I was now on my stomach and I was where I needed to be. I took a finger and slid it inside of her underwear, feeling the warm wetness she had just for me. I slid my finger over her clit over and over again. I felt her body tense up a little bit as I proceeded in moving the underwear to the side and shoving my tongue between those gorgeous lips she had to offer. She moaned my name over and over again, which to my knowledge, meant she wanted more. I attempted to slip my middle finger inside of her, to finger and lick her at the same time. Close, but no cigar. It was so tight, and that made me only want to fuck her more.

"Oh God, Tori, you're so fucking tight, oh my god" I breathed. I felt her body tremble and she scooted away as I tried to slide in the finger once again.

"Beck, that hurts, we have to stop," she said. She scooted off the bed and slipped on her pants in one quick motion.

"Awh, fuck, Tori, that's no fair. What about that thing you wanted to try?" I asked, rubbing on my swollen cock through my jeans.

"Okay, but my clothes stay on," she smiled and got down on her knees. "Get in front of me."

I gladly did so and stood there waiting for her next move. She started at the zipper of my jeans, pulling them down, my hard member popping right back up. She smiled up at me.

"This is my first time doing this, mmkay? So sorry if I'm bad," she said.

"Blow jobs are like pizza, my dear friend. If it's good, it's really good. If it's bad, it's still good." I chuckled. She sure did shut me up though. She took me into her mouth and moved her tongue all around me. "Oh shit," I said quietly. She moaned as she would thrust her face back and forth. I could feel her throat and within a couple of minutes, I knew I was going to come. "Mm, Tori, I gotta" I tried to say that I had to move, but she pushed on, making all kinds of slobbery sounds on my dick. Just like in porn. "Fuck, I-I, mmmmm," I said, releasing myself into her mouth. She held it in her mouth, sucking me clean before standing up. I went to sit down on the bed, my legs wobbly and chest out of breath. "That was an amazing blowjob," I said, seeing her sit down gently on the edge of the bed at the end of the mattress. "Tor? You okay?" I asked.

She turned to me and nodded. She pointed to her mouth. She hadn't swallowed. I looked around for something for her to spit in, but before I could suggest my shirt, I heard her gulp.

"That's hot," I said. Of course it was. Guys loved it when girls swallowed.

"Yeah? It was good?" she asked, her voice wavering a little. She put her hands on her stomach.

"One of the best I've ever had. I can't believe it was your first b-" I didn't even finish my sentence when she turned away from me and I heard liquid spill out. "…Tori?" I called to her. I already knew what had happened. God dammit. She leaned over once again, her body jerking a bit when I heard another load drop out. "God dammit," I said and got up. I walked over to the edge of the bed and saw her. Not how I wanted this monumental moment to end, but there's a reason girls don't always swallow.
(End FB #2)

My thoughts about last night's events were interrupted by Tori's phone. She picked it up with a huge smile on her face. "Andre!" she exclaimed. "Uh huh, no, no, I can talk, I'm not busy right now," she said, looking at me with puppy dog eyes. Waving my hands towards the door, I gave her the okay to take the call. She mouthed the words "thank you" and headed out the door to sit on the stairs of my trailer. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't angry.

But I'd also be childish if I let it show.