Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Let me know

Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it

And we start real slow

You just put your lips together

And you come real close

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby

Here we go

The next morning I awoke in the Curtis house like I had so many times before. This time however, I was not on the couch, but in Soda's bed. I woke up in Soda's bed, with my head on his shoulder, our legs intertwined, his arm wrapped tight around my middle, his head resting atop mine.

As I lay there enjoying how warm he was and how wonderful he smelled, the night before came rushing back to me. We had sex. I had sex with Soda. Oddly, despite everything I had been taught all my life, and the decisions I always thought I would make, I was ok with this turn of events.

Even with everything that had happened recently, I loved Soda, and if I had learned nothing else during these last few weeks it was that life was short, and why wait?

Soda shifted in his sleep, tightening his grip on me. I looked up at him and began placing soft kisses along his jaw line. Soda stirred and gave me a sleepy smile.

"Hi" He looked a little embarrassed, waking up with me this way, it was kinda cute. He shifted so that we could see each other's eyes and placed his forehead against mine. "Hi"

"You already said that." I laughed.

"Well...I'm just a bit off my game this morning, I've never woken up naked next to a pretty girl before."

"No? Well I'm glad to hear that, it's not something I'm used to either."

"Waking up next to pretty naked girls?"

I smacked him on the chest. "No, waking up next to handsome naked boys."

"Any regrets?"

I smirked; I'd show him regrets. I pushed on his shoulder rolling him to his back as I slung my leg over him, straddling him as I laid kisses across his jaw line, down his throat to his chest.

As I scooted my way down his body I could feel his hardness as my intentions became clear. "Whoa" Soda said placing his hands on my shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"But...Darrys awake by now!"

"Then you better be quiet huh?"

I worked my way down his body, showering him with kisses as I went, dragging my nails along with insides of his thighs. I smiled at him one more time before taking him in my mouth, feeling his back arch and his hands tangle in my hair as I did...

xxx

Turns out staying quiet was a bit of a problem for Soda, and by the time I was done he had a pillow pressed over his face, both of us praying Darry hadn't heard.

I rolled off him and flopped down onto the bed smiling, pretty proud of myself. "What in the world did I do to deserve that?" Soda asked.

"I just wanted to try something new." I said with a shrug.

"Well, I certainly liked trying something new. All the new things we've tried have been worth trying again!" Soda rolled himself over on top of me, kissing my neck.

My stomach growled loudly, and I couldn't help but laugh as I pushed at his shoulder. "I need something to eat, you hungry?"

"Always! Let's go see if there's any cake." Soda jumped out of bed, grabbing his boxers, throwing me a pair along with a beater to put on. I pulled on the clothes, before Soda took my hand and led me out into the kitchen. I was not looking forward to seeing Darry, my outfit being a dead give away as to what had happened last night.

To my horror we walked into the kitchen where not only was Darry having his morning coffee, but Two-Bit and Steve were also sitting at the table with cake in front of them. The boys erupted into hoots and cheers, while Darry sat staring hard at his coffee mug, like it might burst into flames if he stared hard enough.

I put myself behind Soda, hiding my face in his back, embarrassed in front of these boys for the first time in my life.

"Cut the shit assholes." Soda said, moving farther into the kitchen to get us breakfast, leaving me exposed as he did.

"Man, nothing like that walk of shame outfit." Steve said looking me up and down. Before Soda was even able to turn around and say something I walked behind the boys and smacked them both as hard as I could upside the head.

"Hey!" They both yelled, reaching up to rub their heads.

"I didn't even say anything!" Two-Bit whined.

"Not yet, but you would have."

The boys all laughed and the tension was eased as we sat down to eat our breakfast. I couldn't help but notice however that Darry had still not looked up from his coffee cup.

A/N – The song is "Whistle" by Flo Rider…yup, I got a bit crude. I need to get friends that are not 17-year-old boys…

I know it was short but it took a lot of ambition to even get this up…its spring break, be nice to me and I'll try and post more…