A/N: Requested by Caporalesgirl.

A/N #2: 'Unconventional' is now a two-shot.

'You may not have been my first, but you were the best.'

That one statement lingered, as if it was tattooed on her.

She didn't take offense to it necessarily.

They were in high school. High school students, now, were far more promiscuous than previous generations.

Before the start of his senior year, Troy attended a different high school. His past was sort of mysterious, something he kept under wraps. Maybe, that's where he liked to keep her, the girl that took his virginity. Possibly, there wasn't just one girl. There might be others.

Others.

She scoffed at the word and wished to burn it out of the vocabulary pertaining to them. Like how he didn't want to hear about her being in Orion's arms, she didn't want to hear about him buried in someone else's pussy.

He was her first. The memory of them fucking each other's brains out, how he savored her pussy and fucked her from behind made her wet. All goosebumps imaginable surfaced, as she thought about another round, possibly, two, or more.

How shall she bring it up to him? Call him up, send him a text, confront him face to face? There were several different ways she could tackle this, but she wanted to make it fun and make him simmer with jealousy.

She wasn't as nice as others have perceived her to be.

As a previous ranger once did, it was time to fight fire with fire.

Gia was beside Emma when they arrived at Ernie's BrainFreeze, after school. Right by the entrance, Emma whispered into her best friend's ear.

"Go Emma," Gia praised, agreeing to the plan that's been concocted by her usually innocent friend. She saw the guys were there. Step one of Emma's deviant plan completed already. Gia's been told all the juicy details of Emma and Troy's romp session. She was the only one that knew.

"Come on," Emma wiggled a finger, beckoning for her friend to follow. She strolled up to the table the guys were at. "Hey guys!" She watched Gia head to the counter to order their drinks.

"Hey," they all greeted at once.

She took her seat. As the guys continued to ramble about something that didn't interest her at all, Emma locked eyes with Troy.

Intermittently, they exchanged subtle glances.

Gia returned with two drinks in hand. Her right toe stubbed the table's leg by 'accident', and one drink spilled onto Emma's lap.

"Ah," Emma shouted, the frozen concoction slipping and sliding, her clothes ruined.

Everyone in the place took notice and all eyes went her way. The guys at the table ran to get napkins to help clean her up.

"Oh shoot," Gia stomped her foot lightly on the tiled floor. "Sorry, Em." She noted step two of Emma's plan was finished.

"Thanks," the Pink ranger acknowledged her friends. She glanced at her clothes. "I need to get something new to wear." She got off her chair. "Looks I'm going shopping, Gia?"

Her off white top was stained, her pink shorts tinged crimson, and her thighs were sticky. Troy licked his lips, enticed by what he was seeing. "Do you need help," he blurted. He covered his mouth immediately.

"Did he just say, what I think he said," Noah asked, his eyes bouncing between Troy and Emma. He knew Troy's crush on Emma, and vice-versa, but they haven't acted on it. At least, he hasn't seen it.

"Come on Gia," Emma, her lips coiling into a smirk, held her hand out for her best friend. The two ladies walked in search of clothes.

Orion, a mop in hand, came out from the back. He started to clean up. "You know," he angled his cleaning item, "this is the first time anyone has spilled anything here."

"You know what they say, 'there's a first time for everything,'" Jake said, as he went back to eating his frozen yogurt. He swallowed a spoonful. "So, Troy, what exactly did you mean when you asked if Emma needed help?" He winked obnoxiously.

Orion and Noah snickered.

"Shut up," Troy hissed. He hadn't told Noah, Orion or Jake about him and Emma going all the way. He assumed Gia knew, and he doubt she would say anything without consulting her best friend about it. He ignored them.

Fifteen minutes later, Noah looked up from his textbook, his jaw dropped like it was unhinged. He smacked Jake's forearm several times in succession.

Jake felt the wispy hand movements from Noah, and they were beginning to get annoying. "What," he yelled, exasperated. Noah just pointed. Jake followed, and his eyes grew wide. He started to whistle.

Troy rose his head from the book he was studying, overhearing the commotion. He gawked at his teammates, and they appeared to be deers caught in headlights."What on Earth is going..." Emma returned, that's the only person he noticed, and his body temperature rose several degrees. He took off his black, leather jacket and began to tug at the collar of his red shirt.

Emma emerged from the mall dressed in a sleeveless white, bone crushing corset top that pushed her breasts up high and an extremely itty, bitty pink skater skirt that didn't leave too much to the imagination. On her feet, were simple flats, but no one cared to stare at those. Everyone's eyes were directed elsewhere.

Gia took her seat, leaving Emma. She acted oblivious, staring at and touching the many textbooks scattering the table. She glanced, once or twice, to see Troy drooling. Step three had him weak.

Emma sauntered to the counter, minding her own business. Left and right guys came up to her, trying to talk to her. She imagined Troy's expression, and it probably wasn't pretty. She denied them kindly, and she waited to place her order.

Whoever was at the counter would be Orion's last order for the day. "Welcome to Ernie's BrainFreeze, what can I get for..." Orion's head fell forward, as he came in contact with his last customer. Since he's met her, her upper body was clothed, covered by a jean jacket, but this, her in such a skimpy outfit, it was nothing he's ever seen before. "Emma?"

She smirked innocently. "Do you like," she twirled for him. When she faced him again, her right hand reached his cheek. She caressed his burning cheeks.

"Oh my God," Jake whispered, from his chair. He craned his head to see his friends. "So Emma likes Orion!"

"What," Troy screeched. His fingers started to clench. "NO, she doesn't like him."

"Are you sure, Troy," Gia countered. She tossed her head back to get a look. Emma's hand went straight for the center of Orion's apron. She watched Em bunch and pull him closer. "It seems like it."

"You know," Noah was beginning to catch on, "I didn't see it until now, but it's been there. Their chemistry," he held his hand up, waving at the Silver and Pink ranger's interaction, "it's obvious."

The Yellow ranger covered her mouth and grinned. Noah was definitely intuitive to his surroundings.

"No, no," the Red ranger contested, shaking his head. He thought his friends had gone insane.

"No, no what," the Yellow ranger echoed quizzically. "Are you saying you like Emma?"

"Are you going to admit you like Jake," Troy fired back.

Jake heard. "Do you like me," he asked Gia with hope soaring in his anatomy.

"It's not about me," Gia argued.

"But it can be," Troy said to direct the attention.

Emma grabbed her drink and came to the table. She stood between Gia and Jake. "So, what have I missed?"

"Nothing, nothing really," Troy yelped.

"Really," Emma wondered. Her bare shoulders shrugged.

Orion officially clocked out. He took the free chair that was between Noah and Gia. He sort of dodged the stares that were coming from his friends. Especially Troy's, since his murderous stare caused him to shift nervously in his chair.

"Oh, there's no seat for me," Emma realized.

"You can take mine," Gia offered.

"Or mine," Troy proposed, hoping she would. He was determined to keep Orion and Emma apart at any costs.

Until Troy admitted his feelings for her in front of his friends or asked to speak to her alone, she continued this rouse. "I know where I can sit." Her eyes roved and landed on Orion. "Can I sit here?"

Both Orion and Troy almost choked on their spit. The rest of the crew watched this unravel, and they were amused.

Orion the citizen of Andresia, a far away, very distant planet, hadn't fully understood the customs of Earth. The fact Emma was showing him interest was beyond his expectations, but he held the inkling someone very close to him liked her. "Uh, I'll get up," he scooted his chair to give him room to get out.

"No," Emma shook her head. She placed her drink in front of Orion, and she took her precious time. Her movements were meant to be seductive, were meant to be seen, and they were. She slowly sat on top Orion's knee with each of her legs hooking to the sides of his leg. She adjusted. "Now, this is comfortable." She leaned onto the table, further squishing her boobs together for Troy, who was directly in front of her, to stare at.

A flashback of him licking her folds came in the next second.

This time Jake's jaw slackened, still in the dark this was Emma's attempt to lure Troy, hook, line and sinker. Noah couldn't believe how far this was going, and Gia wondered how long, before Troy beats the shit out of Orion and takes Emma on top of this table.

As for Troy, he was practically seething. If Emma was going to sit on a lap, it should be on his, not Orion's. To prevent himself from popping off at the mouth, he grabbed a pencil and fiddled with it to relieve the stress he was all of a sudden under.

"So," Orion squeaked, feeling wetness form at his knee. He panicked a bit. "Emma," he whispered.

Emma leaned more intimately against Orion. She rolled her head back, so it rested at the crook of his neck. "Yes..."

Troy broke his pencil, right then and there. He brought his fists together and began cracking his knuckles. He didn't know what to do at this point. He was getting angry, jealous was more like it. Just seeing her body scantily clad, her beautiful smooth skin flaunted, but on another man, he was growing frustrated and his penis softened immediately.

Orion's cock grew, as he felt Emma's hips roll in rhythmic circles. "Oh..."

"You can touch me," Emma informed.

Almost afraid to do so, the Silver ranger followed through. His hands grabbed her hips, squeezing them a bit.

She squealed, not because it tickled, but because she need to provoke another reaction from Troy.

"I can't watch this anymore," Troy rose and kicked his chair back so far it flew against the wall, leaving a dent. He didn't care. Because from what he saw she didn't care either. He stuffed his backpack, not even closing it all the way, and stomped out of their usual hangout.

Somewhat at the next step of her plan, the current Pink ranger tailed and left two curious friends, her knowing girlfriend and a very speechless male friend behind. She exited and followed Troy. In the nick of time, she got on the same bus as him but only sat in the front. She didn't venture to where he was.

Twenty minutes later, Troy was at the bus stop near his home. He got up. With anger in his body, he didn't even pay attention to his surroundings. All he cared about was getting home and punishing the damn punching bag that was stored in his garage. He arrived at his house, jammed his key into the front door's lock and turned. He was set to enter, but a hand glided in his peripheral. As a reflexive action, he grabbed the wrist, twisted, then turned his body to confront the person.

It was Emma.

"What do you want," he spat, letting go of her.

She rubbed the wrist he had in a paralytic hold, while speaking. "You left so soon; I wanted to know why."

"Why," he chuckled bitterly. "You know why," he entered his house. At the doorway, he faced her. Seeing her in that outfit, he displayed a moment of weakness and granted her entrance.

"Thanks." Emma browsed around Troy's quaint, single story house. "So, where are your parents?"

"Parents are divorced," he revealed, while placing his backpack and leather jacket on the couch and slipping off his shoes. "I live with my mom, and she's at work. My little sister lives with my dad."

"Oh," she didn't ask too many questions because that sounded like a sensitive subject.

As she turned to look at the pictures on the wall, he couldn't help but stare at her ass. The ass was every thing he remembered, and he reminisced about how he held onto her hips, and also how she threw her ass back to meet his thrusts. He cleared his throat, finding himself aroused. "So, Emma, why are you here?"

"Come here, Troy," she ordered, as she stopped at the picture of his kindergarten graduation. Her breath hitched, as she felt the heat emanating from his body. He was turned on like herself. She grabbed his wrists and massaged them.

His arms trailed. He lifted the front of her skirt and his fingers started to wander. No panties. That infuriated him, so he tore away from her.

"Really," she asked.

"You sat on him with no panties on," he pointed out.

"And?"

"What, are you trying to give him a heart attack or me?!"

"Never you, Troy." She giggled softly, seeing his facial expression. She approached him. Her left hand went to his ass, and she squeezed. He jumped a little, as a result. With her right hand, she brought him down and started to kiss his neck, nibbling on each pulse point.

He grasped the back of her thighs and picked her up effortlessly. Careful to not break the contact, her legs wrapped behind his back. He carried her to his bedroom. Inside, she started to kick her flats off. He, then, forced her head to meet his, and he started to make out with her roughly. There was no chance for soft kisses; this was an all out duel of the tongues. Their heads tilted in all directions messily, crazily, and they were in the heat of the moment now.

Emma moaned, as did Troy. It was like their first kiss but maximized.

He laid her on his bed and continued making out with her at the same eager pace.

Against his lips, her breathing accelerated; it was seen with how her chest went up and down. She wanted, no, needed more of him. "Take off your clothes," she demanded sensually.

Troy came up. He took off his red shirt. With his chest exposed, Emma's fingers began to climb up and down, admiring the many push ups he's done in his life. Her fingers went lower, and she fondled the front of his pants, where the bulge was. He went back down, kissing her again. His fingers traveled and found the section that had no barrier. He started to finger her. Like a cat, Emma's back arched.

He added another finger and picked up the pace. "Who do you like?"

"O-Orion," she challenged him, as one wrapped around his back.

He finger fucked her harder as punishment. "Who do you like," he asked again.

"Shit!" Emma's hands gripped his forearms tighter, her legs rippled like crazy. "O..." She couldn't even say that name anymore. All she could concentrate on was the person who was giving her a boat load of pleasure. She found herself getting wetter, soaring to the first of many orgasms to come. Helpless, succumbing to his advances, she yelled. "You, I ONLY LIKE YOU!"

Troy's digits slowed, upon hearing that. "Good girl." He slipped his fingers in his mouth and started to lick them. Her essence hasn't changed at all. If anything, she tasted better than before. Seeing her squirming in his bed because of him, he decided to raise her legs again.

"Oh God, Oh God," she whispered huskily, knowing what was to come next. She inhaled. One lick, one fucking lick sent her to another world, another planet. His tongue explored and delved much deeper. She scrunched his sheets between her fingers, as he added a finger, then another to further teach her a lesson and, at the same time, to please her. "...Troy..." His tongue started to concentrate on her clit. She didn't know what hit her then.

He licked and licked her clit like it was a lollipop, and it was the best tasting lollipop he's ever had. It was sinful, flavorful, and he wanted more. He adjusted his body, lifting her ass a few inches from the bed.

At this angle, she felt everything. She screamed his name, wanting to be let down because she wanted her turn. "Please!"

He wouldn't comply until that area was fully synthesized. When he felt her bucking uncontrollably, he released her to start position. His eyes darkened with absolute lust. He saw her slumped, tired, but they were just getting started. He started to unbuckle his belt, took off his pants, then boxers.

Emma wished to return the favor. She shimmied off her skirt. She had the strength to turn over, and she pushed her wildly curved hair to the side, so it rested more on her shoulder. Troy's hands trailed, wallowing in the touches of her glistening skin. He started to untie the corset top. That was off to the side too. Emma crawled off the bed and went on her knees. She stared up at Troy, who hovered over her like he was her king, and that's how wished to treat him. She placed her hands around his barely woken dick, and she began to stroke. She heard him mewl, she felt his hands fly to her hair. She opened her mouth wider and put his dick in. She bobbed her head back and forth, back and forth, not caring about how demeaning this act was to other women. She enjoyed sucking Troy's dick.

It belonged to her.

He was tossed into another blissful state, when she added her hands. "Shit," he cursed, as the head of his dick really hit the back of her throat. No one had ever done that to him before. He was further turned on and even forgotten the issue that arose at the frozen yogurt shop, as his penis' head kept striking back there. She possessed the talents of a porn star. The wetness from her mouth encompassed his entire dick.

Emma parted, wiping her mouth demurely. "Get on your back."

Now, he complied and loved where she was taking this.

The fully naked Pink ranger moved over his lap. Slightly, she danced, her hips swaying. Her drenched vagina brushing against his hardened cock. She built the anticipation, and he couldn't take it anymore. He gripped her hips and forced her to stop. She licked her lips. She descended down languidly. Every single ridge on his penis was sought and felt. She rolled her hips. "Oh God," she said lowly and huskily. His hands remained on either side of her body. She started to rock back and forth, her hands planting on the sides of his knees. He started to play with her clit. "Yesss," she shouted. She took further control and started to bounce. Each bounce was blunt, individually sensed in her pussy, and the sensations traveled through her whole body. He countered, all of a sudden. "Stop," she managed to say. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her face contorted, and she wanted him to enjoy this ride without lifting a finger.

Pleasure filled pangs erupted in him, as she rode him. All Troy could do was watch the person above him. When he couldn't take it anymore, he called her name. "Emma." He flipped them over, him now above her, and he impaled her with dick over and over. Emma's fingertips latched onto his muscular shoulder blades. She scratched him, as he pounded into her pussy. The deeper he went, his dick literally disappearing inside of her at each stroke, her fingers lodged deeper.

It was pleasurable pain experienced together.

Then, without warning, Troy slowed down. He rocked his hips at a gentler pace, as he started to kiss Emma. He was showing her how much she meant to him. Of course, it was fun to take her like a whore, but how he felt about her was more than that. He's fallen for her. He was ready to make it official.

Emma's legs locked on the small of Troy's back, these newer strokes were longer and deeper. "Yes," she revealed she wanted to be his girlfriend; she's known for the longest.

She didn't give him her virginity for nothing.

Just hearing that husky answer sent Troy over the edge. His hands dropped to his sheets, and he slid in and out, returning to the fastest rate possible. "Never, ever," he grunted, his whole bed rumbled. It shook uncontrollably. Emma's climax was coming. "Never, ever," his dick hit her hilt, and they both came instantly. "Oh God," his body shuddered. He exhaled deeply, still buried inside of her. "Never touch Orion like that again."

The Pink ranger nodded, as she felt Troy's cum inside of her. Thank goodness for birth control. Yet, when he came in her pussy, it was like he marked his territory. It was his and only his.

Troy laid on his back, one of his arms slipped behind her's, and he laid her close to his chest. He tenderly smoothed her hair. "There's been two besides you," he confessed.

"Two," she repeated, a little shocked. She listened to the beats of his heart return to normal. "So, I'm your third?"

"Don't worry about it; they're not and will never be you." He calmed her fears.

They drifted off to sleep, after that, as an official couple, boyfriend and girlfriend.