WARNING: Sexual content. Discretion is advised.

"Nick!"

Elina had called out to him from the sparse crowd of teenagers at the party the following night. Everyone had red cups full of soda, water, or beer, and the synth-pop music was on full blast. People were still coming in by the tens after eight and this was the first she'd seen of Nick the whole night. He approached her with a grin on his face and a cup of beer in his hand, biting his lower lip flirtatiously as his clear blue eyes gazed down at her.

"Hey, Elina!" he said with excitement as he sipped his drink. "Having fun?"

"Yeah," she said with a giggle and a blush to her cheeks. "You can't imagine how much I had to bug my dad to let me come here tonight." Unspeakable, she thought.

"Well, you're here," he smiled; he then started up in Swedish. "You look beautiful. Vacker."

"Tack," Elina replied with a smile, batting her eyelashes as she blinked.

"Want some beer? Budweiser or Heineken?" Nick asked, taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen. He reached down into the fridge and pulled out a full, brown, glass bottle of Heineken and handed it to her. She seemed reluctant, and he looked at her persuasively.

"Uh…"

"One beer ain't going to kill you," Nick said with a smile. He seemed very lax, but he was right. What did she have to lose?

Taking the beer in hand, she opened it, snapping off the cap as she slowly took the rim to her lips and sipped—their eyes met, and Nick could see the flames flickering in her pupils. Shortly afterwards, she grimaced distastefully, swallowing the beer down and sucking at her teeth afterwards. A flashing image of her father drinking heavily passed through her head; seeing him unshaven, unkempt, slovenly, smelling of liquor, and slurring like an idiot made her sick to her stomach. How could he down this stuff every day, she thought to herself curiously, it's gross. Nick noticed her expression and laughed in a relaxed, casual manner—he had a few himself.

"Is it…ok?" he asked with a smile. Elina smiled and closed her eyes, giggling slightly as a mild burning sensation trickled down her throat.

"Yeah," she crooned softly, taking another sip—one sip seems to relax her, he thought, how weird.

"Let's go sit," he suggested.

As Loverboy's Working for the Weekend began to amplify on the radio, they made their way through crowds of teenagers to the kitchen, where a small table was empty; there were still a few people around, including Steph with her preparation of pina coladas for Ashley, Lisa, Elina and her at the counter. The girl with black, short, puffy hair turned around to see her friend with Nick, having just finished the drinks.

"Elina, hey," she said happily, extending the white, fruity drink out to her friend—Elina looked at it and smiled. "Glad you could come."

"I'm surprised you didn't see me," Elina answered, taking the pina colada. "What's this?"

"Pina colada. Really tasty," Steph answered, her large brown eyes looking up at Nick. Elina put her beer on the table and took a sip of the drink from its straw, and seemed to like it much better, savoring the sweet flavor of coconut infused with pineapple and something else that gave it a kick.

"This got a kick," the girl with virgin snow-colored hair replied. "What's in this drink?"

"Coconut shavings, coconut juice, pineapple juice…uh…rum…" Steph listed. Elina's eyes widened at her friend and she scoffed before laughing and playfully hitting her friend on the upper arm.

"C'mon! Rum? Really?" she asked with a slight, annoyed whine. Nick and Steph just laughed like crazy—the truth was, she never had a drink before.

"What? Don't be a bitch," Steph joked, making Elina laugh and roll her eyes.

"I'm not being a bitch!" she laughed. "You're going to get me drunk, what's wrong with you?"

"I see it working already," Nick said arrogantly, laughing afterwards.

In fact, it had not taken much to get Elina buzzed, even though she finished her beer and cocktail very slowly. It took her an hour to finish both, and when she did, she felt both nauseous and relaxed, laughing at stupid things and cracking strange jokes that Nick eventually understood. Yet by the time ten o'clock rolled around, the girl began feeling tired and dizzy—this was indicated by her resting her elbow on the table with her hand over her forehead, groaning slightly.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "I ain't going to have any more. I already had four. You had two, and you're drunk like crazy. Well, excuse me, buzzed."

"I'm not buzzed," she snapped, her jovial mood going away. "I feel like shit."

"Let's go upstairs," Nick suggested, patting her back. "Maybe you can rest up there. I'll go with you. Can you walk?"

Elina slowly stood up, her hands anchoring to the table for support as she made it to her feet—her fluorescent yellow high heels were killing her now, and once he looked down and saw her ankle move a strange way, he jumped up and sprung toward her to hold her upright, leaning down to slip off her yellow pumps as he carried them on one hand and supported Elina with the other.

"C'mon," he gestured. "Let's go."

When they made it up the stairs, Nick brought an intoxicated Elina to a guest bedroom neighboring Steph's bright teal one, and he set her down on the queen-sized bed in such a way that she was sitting on the edge of it. He lightly tossed her shoes next to her now bare feet, dangling off where she was sitting, and sat next to her with a caring gaze in his bright blue eyes. The girl lay back on the bed and pressed her palms into her eyes, smudging her heavy makeup as she felt her mind race a million miles an hour. It was almost unbearable, as her father was on her mind—why, though?

"What the…" the girl muttered.

"Shh, take it easy," Nick said softly.

He patted her thigh gently; she felt incredibly curvy and buxom, even though her legs were average in thickness and length. He took his hand away to admire her clothed form, picturing her nude figure in his head. He bit his lower lip at the thought of those large breasts available for him to touch and squeeze, those thighs to caress, that neck to suckle on until she purred like a cat in heat beneath him. He suddenly felt his heart race faster, pumping enough blood to make his manhood struggle to stand up in his pants. He felt extremely ashamed, yet he knew Elina would welcome his advances—had she rejected his kiss, there would have been no hope. He watched attentively as she sat her head up to stare right through him, and she seemed to speak on impulse.

"Nick," she muttered.

"Yeah?"

"So…Steph never told me where her parents were," Elina replied.

"They're in the Bahamas for two weeks," Nick said. He chuckled. "Next week's our last day before summer. Excited?"

"Yeah." Nick glanced down at her, and removed his letter jacket to join Elina as he, too, lay down. Resting on his side, he saw the fire in her eyes much more clearly, and when she turned her gaze toward him, he shuddered slightly—she was bewitching, spellbinding, enchanting—he had fallen under her spell when he first saw her at her thirteenth birthday party, and he felt himself grow even harder just thinking about her and how she was laying down.

"So…" he began. "What do you want to do?" She continued to look up at him, and he leaned in closer, dropping a hint and waiting for her to answer.

"Let's make out," Elina said nonchalantly.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

His kissing was passionate, and he slid a hand under the side of her jacket, feeling the curve of her wasp, thin waist as he pulled her close to him. Elina moaned softly, sliding her tongue in his mouth gently as she wrapped a leg around his waist, rolling them over so she was on top of him. Nick's eyes widened at the sudden, bold move on her part; she was straddling him right over his growing erection, and when she straightened her back and removed her denim jacket, he gasped at the sight of her heaving bosom spilling over the top of her raven black bustier-styled crop top that had a zipper in the front. He had only gotten a mere glimpse of it, but now it was in full view—he wanted her.

"Uh…woah…uh…Elina?" he asked.

"Yeah?" she asked, grinding him slowly and making him even harder than before. Nick grunted, feeling pleasure from her on top of him.

"I've…oh…my god…oh geez," he stuttered, anxious with anticipation.

It was only a matter of seconds before Elina gazed down at him seductively, pulling down the zipper of her bustier painfully slow as she sighed softly. Her moans were breathtaking to Nick's ears, and he lifted himself up with his shoulders for support as he watched the front of her bustier open up to reveal her voluptuous, beautifully formed full breasts. Her skin was supple and white like a marble finish, and her nipples were pert and noticeable. His jaw dropped in shock, a slight smile in his parted lips as Elina took his hands and put them to her bosom.

"Oh!" Nick cried out. "Wow! Uh…Elina…oh wow…oh my god…" His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they squeezed and caressed them gently. She licked her lips with delight, moaning at the sensation.

"There's no 'oh my god' involved," she purred, lifting herself up off Nick's pelvis and leaning down closer to him to whisper—he felt her hand graze his bulging crotch. "I can tell you want it."

"Yes, I do!" he blurted, a blush coming to his cheeks as a sparkle came to his eye. "Uh…oh…uh…"

He was speechless as he pulled off his shirt and pushed it aside, noticing Elina trace her finger seductively from his neck, down his sculpted chest, down his abdominal muscles, and another finger joined as she caressed his v-line that led down to his bulging member. She proceeded to unzip his pants with her teeth, and he rolled his eyes back into his head at the sight of her doing so. Once she pulled them down, she licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock jutting up in the air. He was not as big as Jimmy length-wise, but he was pretty thick; still well-endowed, though.

"Hmm," she purred, beginning to stroke him. "You're so hard. You really wanted this, didn't you?" He was breathless, and his eyes were wide open as he shuddered at her touch.

"Yes! I…I….oh god!" he squealed, highly aroused by her presence and the fact that he was being stroked up and down. He felt her tongue graze the tip, circling it wildly before she wrapped her soft lips around him—he was ballistically ecstatic.

"Oh god!" he cried out. "Ah yeah! Yeah!"

Elina gazed up at him as she bobbed back and forth on his cock; her mouth felt warm, moist, and amazing as she applied a soft amount of suction on his sensitive shaft. Whatever she couldn't get in her mouth she stroked with her hand in a twisting motion, driving him absolutely wild as he moaned out in pleasure. He felt a film of sweat form on his skin as he reached his hands down into her platinum hair, massaging her scalp with his fingertips and urging her to take more of him into her mouth. When she had more than half of his cock between her lips, he tossed his head back.

"Oh god! Oh my…ah!" He shut his eyes, and Elina giggled and moaned, producing a vibration that sent him closer and closer to the edge.

"Hmm," she muttered, taking as much as she could as she handled his balls in her hand. Nick grunted and felt his heart beating so fast he couldn't stop himself. The way she was pleasuring him was nothing he had ever felt before; it was amazing.

"Oh, Elina! Elina! Please! Oh my….ah!"

"Mm…" She continued to moan, and as she did, he came closer to his climax.

"I can't…I can't! Ah!"

Using her tongue on the tip of his hard, throbbing cock to finish him off, she stroked him so hard until he grunted and spurted out a huge load of his white, hot, sticky, delicious jizz all over her lips and in her open mouth. Nick peered down at her, his blue eyes glassy as he saw her lick her lips to collect his load and swallow it. She moaned in delight, kneeling upright and tossing her bustier to the side before reaching down to undo her skin-tight, purple capris; he jerked up, his virile manhood still hard and throbbing as he reached for Elina and held her close to him, on his knees at her mercy as he pressed his face into her ample bosom.

"Hmm, did you like that?" she asked.

"Mhm," he muttered, his face smooshed in her painfully swollen orbs. She ran her fingers through his flaxen hair as she felt his mouth find her nipple and start licking and sucking as if she were a flower ready to bloom.

"Ooh," she cooed, tossing her head back as her virgin snow-colored hair caressed its way down her back. His hands were tight around her waist as he suckled her like a newborn baby, kissing the tender, voluminous silk surrounding her nipples as she moaned.

"Hmm," he purred, burying his face between her cleavage once again as his hands trailed down the small of her back to pull her pants down and off.

"I want you, Elina," he gasped. "I can't take it."

"You can have me," she replied; she did not have a care in the world, not even one for her father—this is so much better, she thought to herself.

Once her pants were off, he made Elina lay on her back as he eased himself on top of her womanly form, kissing her soft lips fervently before moving lower to her neck—just his luck, he had landed on her sweet spot and made her cry out in ecstasy as he continued to lick and suck on it. She dug her fingers in his hair as he moved down to her breasts, firmly squeezing the weight of them as he licked her nubs to hardness.

"Nick!" she cried out, feeling his hands caress her thighs as he continued at her heaving bosom. The way he touched her drove her crazy, his caresses soft and directed toward her molten center. He pulled off her panties and lowered himself to her knees, leaving trails of kisses leading up to her most secret of places; he wanted to unveil more. He left a kiss on the mound above her womanhood before extending his eager tongue between her creamy hips.

"AH!" she let out a scream, smiling down at him at his attempt to try pleasing her in the same way she did him. Nick gazed up at her and smiled, reaching two fingers to rub both sides of her covered, engorged pearl.

"I've never done this before," he said. "I'd be happy to try it out, though."

"Go for it," she winked.

Nick gently spread her slick folds apart, moaning as he admired the damp, pink petals of her femininity, her entrance dripping with nectar and her sensitive nub of nerves engorged slightly from arousal. He took another, better taste of her, running his flat tongue along her soaked silk as she moaned with want.

"Hmm…ah yeah…" She then reached down and spread herself for him, rubbing her sensitive pearl with her index finger. "Right here," she directed.

Doing as he was told, Nick rolled his tongue around the edges surrounding her clit to tease her, making her writhe and tilt her hips ever so slightly. When he applied direct stimulation by his tongue, Elina began to run her fingers through his hair, pulling him ever closer. He applied gentle suction with his lips, holding it there for a few seconds each time before continuing with his tongue.

"Oh! Ah! Yes! Oh, Nick! Oh god," she moaned, her dripping entrance wanting more of him. Nick stopped using his tongue, extended two fingers, and curiously slid them into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

"Oh my…oh god," she sighed. He could feel her hot, wet sheath coiling around his fingers as he hungrily leaned down to continue licking her, adding to her overall pleasure. He slid them in and out painfully slowly, smirking as he moaned against her wet pussy.

"Oh, Nick! I'm so close! Please!"

"Hm…I can take it," he said with a smile, lapping at her excited pearl once more.

Elina thrashed about, tilting her hips back and forth as she met an overwhelming climax, greater than any she had ever experienced before. He lapped up her liquid sex before kissing back up her body to meet his lips with hers. Once again, she rolled him over on his back and hungrily bit his lower lip, making his love muscle stand harder than ever before. Pulling away, she straddled him, stroking his hard manhood before guiding it up into where she was wet and desperate—they both let out moans of bliss as she took more him into her. He held her hips and tossed his head back; she was so hot, so moist. It nearly killed him sweetly.

"Elina!" he gasped, his breath choppy. "Oh my god!"

"Hmm," she smirked, sighing and panting as she began to grind him at an even pace. Her hands rested on his sculpted abdomen, and his squeezed and fondled her voluptuous hips and round bottom as he tried to thrust up into her in sync with her rocking.

"Oh yes, Nick, thrust right up into me," she panted breathlessly, tossing her head back. "F-Faster!"

As he did so, Elina could feel every pump, every thrust, every throb; it was pure bliss. No shame, no wrong, nothing to hide—it was pure, guiltless pleasure. She leaned down to attack his neck with playful kisses, her painfully swollen bosom skimming tantalizingly over his chest. Nick held her in such a way that he could see her rosy peaks, taking them into his mouth and flicking his tongue against them.

"Oh my god! Nick! Please! Oh yes!" she screamed, moaning with abandon as she let herself get lost in the moment.

"Oh yes, Elina…" His next words slipped out mindlessly. "I love you."

"Oh, Nick! Yes!" she shouted, her heart about to burst in her chest as his thrusting became more powerful into her golden flesh. "Please! Give it to me more! Harder!"

She felt herself going numb from the intense pleasure; she did love Nick in return, but there also was her father. No, she thought, never again, at least for a while. His hard member thrust roughly against her g-spot, making her scream out in ecstasy as she felt herself cry a scream—she was so close.

"Oh, I'm cumming! Nick! Oh my god!"

She grinded so hard against him that his seed was milked from his cock, depositing near the opening of her womb; she felt her own convulsive release, her rosy buds hardening, her breasts swelling painfully, and her pale, marble skin flushed red. Her virgin snow, platinum hair fell over her ethereal face, framing her dark, full eyelashes and her fierce hazel-green eyes; Nick's clear, azure eyes were glassy, and as she pulled him out, she felt his semen drip out of her, but it was only then she realized what she had allowed into her body—it had also happened the previous night in her own forbidden affairs.

"So, you've slept with people before?" he asked, his eyes prying for an answer.

"Yeah," she answered, keeping her mouth shut about her father.

"Who?" Elina got aggravated, but didn't want to start any arguments—she dragged on her cigarette and kept her answer simple.

"That's me to know, and foryou to find out," she sneered. I hope you never find out, she thought.

"Geez, I'm just asking. You don't have to be defensive," Nick asked, putting an arm around her as she took another drag of her cigarette.

"Well, maybe I do," Elina stated, blowing out the nicotine that had taken a short refuge in her lungs. "It's not your place to know my business."

"It was only a question," he said. "I love you, you know."

"Yeah?" What was love? Had she truly felt it like that night he kissed her? Or when her father tried to seduce her every now and again? Was it when her father told her he loved her that night before taking her? Well, the answer was not very simple. It didn't seem to matter.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Elina?" he asked nervously, staring into her eyes. Yes, she thought; yet there were other things that prevented her from speaking her mind.

"I don't want to commit to anyone right now," she said directly. Nick furrowed his eyebrows in shock, looking at her with blue bedroom eyes.

"Oh, come on, baby," he slurred, lying on his back. "What we had was…the best thing I ever felt." He kissed her forehead gently. "You're so beautiful, too…mysterious…alluring…I'm captivated by you."

How was she going to work her way out of this dilemma—aged fifteen, two men in her life, a staggering age difference on one, and a healthy one right then and there. What was a girl to do?