Eddie lowered me slowly onto my back, and now I was completely laid down on the football field. All the tension that had slowly been building throughout the night had led up to this. He leaned over me and we continued kissing. It barely mattered that we were alone on the football field of all places. I was completely wrapped up in the release of being able to freely kiss him with no constraints, and I didn't want to let it go to waste.

The stolen tiara was slipping from my head, and Eddie reached down to pluck it off my head and place it off to the side.

"You look beautiful, my queen." He said, referring to the fake knighting ceremony he had performed. I rolled my eyes. Just then, the sprinkler system turned on on the field. Dozens of little jets of water were spraying the field, We were getting wet immediately.

"You have got to be kidding me," Eddie said with bated breath. I began laughing and brought my hands up to cover my face. Eddie leapt up and offered me his hand. I took it and stood up with him, and he began laughing too.

"Annie, you are filthy," he said. I looked down at myself. Aside from being close to dripping wet from the sprinklers, the back of my dress had grass stains and a rip in the skirt. No amount of lying could convince my parents that I had been on my best behavior tonight if I showed up looking like this.

"I'm so screwed," I said, still laughing. I held my arms out and lifted my head back and did a spin, fully embracing the falling water. The clock tower began striking 11pm, and we could hear students coming out of the school in droves.

"Come on, I can't take you home looking like this," he said.

I bent over to pick up my abandoned heels and the stolen tiara, and Eddie grabbed the suit jacket. As we began walking off the field, he held my hand.

We made our way back to the parking lot, trying to avoid being noticed by the crowd of students, still holding hands. I didn't care if I was seen with Eddie, but people had assumed he had dipped and we didn't want any trouble. A lot of kids were hanging by their cars, not leaving the school right away, laughing and chatting about the night. I heard Jason and Eddie's names more than once. I kept my head down as we walked quickly back to the car. We almost made it to the back of the parking lot when I heard someone call my name.

"Annie? What happened to you?"

It was Grace. Of course it was Grace. Could I not have one moment where I didn't have to constantly be explaining myself to my friends? At least she was alone, but she did not look happy. I handed my shoes and the tiara to Eddie so she wouldn't see it, and he hung back by the car while I ran back to approach her.

"Grace, hey. We went for a little walk on the football field and the sprinklers turned on." I said with a laugh. I couldn't avoid the fact that my wet hair was dripping onto the pavement, and I wasn't wearing shoes.

"Ooookay… the back of your dress is dirty, and ripped," She said, not believing my innocent story.

"Yeah, we were laying on the field looking at the stars. That's all." Something about tonight had made it easier to lie, but I couldn't believe how quickly I was to come up with these defenses.

"Annie, you're acting crazy. You don't have to lie to me. Are you okay? Do you want me to take you home? This is getting weird…" she said, concern in her words.

"I promise, I'm fine. Please trust me. Eddie is taking me home now," I said. I didn't want to have to keep explaining myself when I knew she wouldn't understand. And I was not going to end my night now.

"Fine. Just be careful with him, Annie." she said curtly, and turned to go. I knew she was unhappy with me, and I hated that. If we had a moment to actually talk things over, I know she would have understood. I felt like I was being a horrible friend.

I watched her get to her car, and then I turned around to head back to Eddie.

"Everything okay?" he asked, leaning up against the car and watching me.

"Yes… no… my friends probably hate me, whatever," I said, a little panicky.

"They don't hate you. They're worried. Suddenly, you're friends with the freak," he said, giving me a smile.

"You better be careful, you're about to be my only friend the way things are going," I replied, a little defeated.

"I would be honored… come on, let's go home." He said, walking me around to the passenger's side door.

We both got into the car quietly. There wasn't much to say, and Eddie didn't speak up. I was disappointed that I had upset my best friend. I was also sad the night was ending and soon I would have to face my parents. It truly had been an incredible night with Eddie, and to be ending like this was bringing down my mood. I wondered if he was thinking I was more trouble than it was worth, and he should probably just take me back home.

We rode in silence, except for the stereo playing music at probably a quieter level than Eddie was used to. We followed the trail of student cars out of the parking lot as we headed back into town. I turned my body to look out the window and watch the town as we drove by. Most people's house lights were turned off at this point, so the main illumination was the street lights and the half moon in the sky. I was deep in thought, hung up on how I was going to explain everything to my parents. I knew they would have something to say about Eddie's little stunt at the house, and would question why my dress was ripped and stained. Time to come up with another lie for that one… I was so worried about what to do about my parents, I almost didn't notice when we turned down a different street than the way back to my house.

"Hey, where are we going?" I turned to ask.

"My uncle's trailer… is that okay?" he replied.

"Oh… Yes." I replied quietly. Maybe Eddie didn't want to end our night after all? Is this why he was acting quiet? My heart picked up its pace a little as I thought over the implications of going back to his place to end our night.

In a few minutes, we were turning down a road I had never been on. It was essentially a vast field, with a road down the middle, and trailers and mobile homes scattered along the street and in the field. There was a small decrepit playground that probably hadn't been touched in years, and a wooden pergola with a picnic table under it. This was a part of town I had never had a reason to go to, so it was unfamiliar to me. I would be lying if I said I didn't notice how different it was from the neighborhood I grew up in, with near identical cookie cutter houses and manicured lawns, brand new luxury vehicles in the driveways. Still, the discrepancies didn't bother me. Each trailer had it's own character, and it didn't seem inherently bad just because the people living here might live differently than I do.

We pulled up to Eddie's uncle Wayne's trailer. Eddie had lived with his uncle since he was a little boy. He was 20 now, and could probably move out and ditch finishing high school if he wanted. But Eddie said he liked the arrangement he had with his uncle. They looked out for each other and didn't really get in each other's way, so he had a level of freedom he enjoyed.

Eddie cut the engine and turned to face me. "It's not like your parents house or anything, but it's home." he said.

"I'm sure it's fine," I said with a small smile. "Is your uncle home?" I asked.

"No, he works nights… I usually see him coming home in the morning before school and leaving for work when I get back, and on his off days. But tonight, we're alone."

We both got out of the car and headed for the front door. Once there, Eddie turned to me and said "uhh, I wasn't expecting any guests… can you give me a few minutes to tidy up before coming inside?"

"No problem," I said, a bit awkwardly. He hurried in and closed the door behind him, and I turned to look around on the street. It was quiet, peaceful, except for a dog in the distance barking. You could hear the wind blowing through the trees, and a cacophony of bugs chirping. I could also hear Eddie banging around in the trailer, trying to clean up quickly. I didn't really care about any mess, but if it made him feel better I would give him as much time as he needed.

After a few moments, Eddie opened the door. "Welcome to la maison Munson " he said in a fake french accent with a bow, gesturing to let me in.

"Wow, so those french tutor sessions are working!" I said, jokingly.

"This way, mademoiselle" he said, taking my arm and leading me down the hall into his bedroom. We hurried through the mostly dark trailer, I didn't get a good chance to really look around.

His bedroom was exactly what you would expect. Band posters, magazine clippings and tapestries hung all along the walls, there was barely any empty space. His bed was basically just a mattress on a box spring on the floor, but he had at the very least made the bed as quickly as he could while I was waiting outside. He had a stereo on his dresser, and dozens of cassettes scattered around, and pages of guitar tabs. There were various music and guitar magazines strewn on his bedside table, with general clutter on the counters and floors. His electric guitar, which was his prized possession, was hanging up on the wall. Clearly this was where he felt most comfortable and he could be himself, and it showed.

"Sorry, it's nothing special." He said, rubbing his hand on the back of his head nervously. Since when did Eddie Munson get nervous?

"It's you," I said, smiling at him reassuringly. I felt like I could explore his room for hours and learn so much about him.

"Here, let me get you a change of clothes, I'm sure that wet dress isn't comfortable," He said, going towards his dresser. He rifled through until he pulled out a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old band t shirt, and handed them to me.

"Where is the bathroom?" I asked, not ready to strip bare in front of him the minute I got into his room.

"Down the hall to the left," he replied.

"Be right back," I said, with nervous buzzing energy.

I hurried down to the bathroom to change. I used the restroom quickly, and began removing my wet clothes. As soon as I peeled off my wet dress and bra, I started shaking a little. It was a combination of the cold air hitting my wet body and a collection of nerves. Eddie and I had already been alone together tonight, hell, I had seen him naked already. I couldn't figure out why I was so goddamn nervous now. Something about being at his place, knowing we were alone and wouldn't be interrupted, was driving my nerves mad. Everything that had happened tonight was leading up to this point, so why was I so scared?

I made the decision to also take off my underwear, and only wear his shirt and pants. The shirt was loose on me, and the pants hugged my thighs but I had to tie the strings to keep them from falling down around my waist.

I found a comb in one of the bathroom drawers and ran it through my wet hair. I looked at my face in the mirror. My mascara was running a bit after being caught in the sprinklers, and any foundation I was wearing had been rubbed off. Jesus, I looked like a hot mess. I tried to wipe the streaks off from around my eyes, but otherwise this was the best it was going to get tonight. I left the bathroom hoping he liked the pathetic wet dog look.

I headed back to Eddie's room to see that he had changed too. He was in a pair of blue boxers, and a band shirt, sitting on his bed.

"How do I look? Like a goddamn mess?" I said, my hands on my hips and posing.

"Not at all. I like seeing you in my clothes," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Don't get used to it," I laughed. I couldn't hide that I was nervous. He was sitting on his bed, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to join him. I think we could both feel the tension hanging in the air. I needed to get comfortable before I severed it with my next move.

I walked over to his dresser and began looking at his things and sorting through the cassette tapes. Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Metallica… all bands I had heard him talk about, but hadn't yet listened to. He also had some random knick knacks on the dresser that were relics from his childhood, including a rubix cube and an ancient Magic 8 Ball.

"I can't believe I'm in Eddie Munson's bedroom.," I said, picking up his things and inspecting them one by one. "What fall from grace did I have to go through to wind up here? What would my friends say?" I said teasingly.

"Pssh. I'm like, your best friend these days," Eddie laughed. We were both well aware that we had increasingly been making excuses to spend time together more frequently. Tonight's tackle of the bucket list items at the school dance had been the culmination of that. And it's true, I had been spending more time with him than I had my own friends lately.

I picked up the Magic 8 Ball and turned to face Eddie, shaking the ball in one hand. "Is Eddie Munson my best friend?" I asked out loud as a joke. The ball landed on "Signs Point to Yes." I studied the answer but didn't read it out loud.

"So? What does the ball decree?" Eddie said, still sitting on his bed but leaning back on his arms. He looked confident, like he already knew the answer he wanted to hear.

"The ball is a liar," I said, moving it behind my back, trying to hide the results.

"Come on, what did it say?" Eddie said, as I shook my head no. He hopped off the bed and approached me. He tried to reach behind my back but I ducked out of his grasp and ran with the ball, jumping onto the bed.

"I'll never tell," I said, sitting up in the bed and shaking the ball in my hands to get rid of the evidence.

"You little cheat," he said, crawling onto the bed with me. I tried to roll away onto my back with the ball still in my hands, but he lunged forward to pin me. He was positioned on top of me as I laid on my back and struggled to remain in sole possession of the ball. He caught my hands in his, which were still glued to the magic 8 ball.

"So, magic 8 ball. Is it off limits to hook up with your best friend?" Eddie asked as he shook my hands with the magic 8 ball in them. We both looked down to read the results. The ball once again said, "Signs Point to Yes."

"Goddamn cock blocking omniscient toy," he said, snatching it out of my hands and he let the ball slip from his hand onto the floor.

"Ha HA! The ball is on my side, I win," I said with a smug grin, giving his chest a little push.

"According to you, we're not friends, so I think I win here…" Eddie said, leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath on my face, his hands on either side of my head on his pillow. He was going in for the kill, and I was fully resolved to let him.

"Okay, you win," I whispered. I craned my neck up a little and closed my eyes as he broke the distance and began kissing me.

The kisses began softly, but the anticipation had been burning all night. I quickly reached my arms up to his neck and pulled him in closer until his body was pressed up against mine. I spread my legs and lifted my knees and he laid down in between them, our waists finding each other. With each kiss the desperation grew. He let his tongue explore my mouth, softly massaging his tongue against mine.

We explored each other's mouths for a few minutes until there was no air left between us. Eddie pulled away from my lips and moved his head to the side of my neck. He began kissing a trail down the delicate skin below my ear as I caught my breath.

"Regretting being my friend now?" He said, and then he trailed his tongue down the side of my neck. His breath against my neck caused me to shiver noticeably, and a soft moan from the back of my throat was all I could muster.

"I didn't think so" he laughed, as he began nibbling at my neck. I was at a loss for words, completely immersed in the pleasure of being at the mercy of Eddie. At that moment I would let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

I turned my head to give him better access, and arched my back, which in turned caused my pelvis to push against his. I could feel him growing hard against my waist. My brain kept flashing back to earlier in my bedroom, Eddie naked as I was in complete control over him. Now, I was the one being dominated. He kept working at my neck until I felt him bite with his teeth and I jerked away from the pain.

"Careful," I whispered.

He pulled away from my neck and whispered, "Sorry, love." It was so casual, rolled off his tongue with ease, but those simple words twisted my stomach and tugged at my heart. Did he know that his words would earn him whatever it was he wanted from me?

I pulled him back to my lips and returned his kisses more aggressively than before. I felt him chuckle in my mouth, satisfied with his performance thus far. I lifted my hips again to put pressure on his, and in return he shifted forward, thrusting his hips towards mine.

We were still fully clothed, but not for long. I put my hands at the hem of his shirt, and placed both my palms on his bare stomach. He broke the kiss briefly to pull his shirt over his head and came crashing back down onto me, his hair falling onto my face. I brushed it aside with a laugh and put my hands around his back, pulling him closer as I began kissing him again. Boldly, I lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist and link my ankles around his back side. I was fully wrapped around him now, clinging him closer to me possessively. With his hands on either side of my head, he began slowly thrusting again, creating tension between our hips. The pressure was deepening the ache in my belly. I began imagining what that would feel like when clothes were no longer a barrier.

Eddie pulled away from the kiss again. "Annie, you're wearing far too many clothes," He said breathily.

"Whose fault is that?" I teased, ruffling his hair with my hand.

"Think you're funny, do you?" He teased right back, putting his hands at the bottom of the borrowed shirt I was wearing.

"You're just mad that you've met your match." I said matter of factly.

"No, I love it." he said, now pulling the shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare chest. "But not as much as I love having you topless in my bed." He was nothing if not honest.

I laughed as he leaned his head down to cup my breasts in his hands. He kissed my lips briefly, then shifted further down to focus all his attention to my chest. He began massaging one breast gently with his hand, while his mouth went down to kiss along the crest of the other. He put my nipple in his mouth and began swirling his tongue in circles. His hands were slightly rough and calloused from years of playing the guitar but his touch was still gentle. I enjoyed being in his grasp. My nipples quickly grew hard as he teased one with his fingers, and lapped on the other one with his mouth. I had never been pleasured like this, but Eddie knew exactly what he was doing. I was full of nervous energy, but completely content with letting him have his way with me. I was enjoying it, and I could tell he was too. His erection was pressed between us as I kept squirming against his waist.

My movements must have been positive reinforcement, because Eddie began sucking and biting at my nipple with more force, and his other hand was squeezing my breast with more pressure. I looked down to watch him working his way on me. I was shocked at how good the line between pleasure and pain felt, and completely aroused by watching him touching my body that a moan escaped my mouth. He looked up to meet my eyes, breast still in his mouth, and smiled. He was absolutely loving this.

"Having a good time?" Eddie asked, moving over so his mouth could give attention to my other breast. I showed him my answer by grabbing his head in my hand and encouraging him to not be so gentle. He laughed and obliged. I could feel my waist growing with want, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out very long until we moved on to the next phase.

After a moment, Eddie left my breasts and began working kisses down my stomach, leaving a soft trail until he reached the waistline of the borrowed pants I was wearing. He tugged on the tied strings with his teeth, and was just about to begin pulling the pants down until I suddenly sat upright and jerked away a little. I was so eager for this, this is what I had imagined for weeks. I was so eager to get Eddie's hands on me, but I wasn't sure why I suddenly was afraid of him going further and actually removing my pants. Something deep inside of me was screaming for it to stop.

"Everything okay?" He said, lifting away from my waist and sitting up to readjust himself.

"Yeah, sorry. I just… I don't know. I got nervous. Sorry. Come here" I said. I tried to pull him up to kiss me to distract myself and get back to where we had been before I so rudely interrupted. He wasn't having it, and could tell something was off. He crawled back up to meet me, but laid on his side next to me. Knowing I had ruined everything, I turned onto my side to face him. He put a hand on my face reassuringly.

"What's wrong? We don't have to-"

"I want to," I interrupted him, pleading. I leaned forward trying to kiss him again to make up for my awkward interruption, hoping I could distract him. I almost made contact when he pulled away, looking concerned.

"I don't want to do anything that's going to make you uncomfortable," He said. He was being serious now, not fooled by my desperate advances.

"I'm not uncomfortable," I said with a smile, settling down next to him and putting a hand on his chest.

"Clearly something is wrong. Annie, have you ever…?" Eddie asked cautiously. Oh god, not the virgin question, that would completely ruin any chances at Eddie wanting to be with me. I didn't want to answer, but he looked at me pleadingly. He didn't demand an answer, but I could tell he wanted to make sure I was okay.

"I'm not sure what happened to me counts," I said with an uncomfortable chuckle, not realizing I had probably said too much. To answer your question, no I'm not a virgin, but that's by a technicality. My heart was beating like crazy and I wanted to bury my face in the pillow.

"Was it with Dave?" He asked. Dave was a boy I went on a few dates with when I was a sophomore and new to town. He was a senior at the time, in the same class as Eddie two years ago. He was a pretty standard, middle of the line popular boy who was in my advanced English class. He charmed me in class, or so I thought, and at the time I was flattered to receive any male attention, ignoring the red flags along the way.

"How did you know about Dave?" I asked. We hadn't even dated publically or anything, we're never an official couple. We hung out in group settings mostly, but he always drifted towards me until he found ways to get me alone.

"I heard him say some off-colored shit about the new Cooper girl in the bathroom once, almost shoved the piece of shit face first into the urinal. Annie, what did he do?" He asked, a note of panic in his voice.

I didn't want to answer. This was getting to be too personal. My friends didn't even know about what happened with Dave. One minute ago, I was about to hook up with Eddie Munson. Now I was telling him about one of the weirdest, most uncomfortable experiences in my life.

"Was it consensual?" Eddie asked, again. I don't think he meant to pry, but he wasn't letting it go either.

"I mean, I think? I didn't say no or anything, he was being really sweet that night, a total gentleman… until he wasn't… it happened so fast I wasn't really sure what I wanted, but he kept going before I could change my mind… it was over quickly enough anyway. It was weird though, and only happened once… I'm sorry, I've said too much, that was too much, I-" I started babbling. I shouldn't have said anything at all.

"No no no, hey, stop that." He interrupted me. He made sure I was looking at him when he said "Annie, what happened to you is not normal. And I'm sorry if he made you feel unsafe. That's not fucking cool." I could tell I had upset him.

"I know, but it was a while ago. I'm fine. I guess I just have terrible luck with guys," I said, placating the issue and avoiding his eyes.

"We've gotta do something about that," Eddie said, pulling my face up to look at him again. We? My boy trouble would completely dissolve if you would just kiss me again, I wanted to scream.

"Yeah… Do you know of anyone?" I said softly. He smiled a little, and he pulled me into a hug. My head was tucked below his and he took a deep, steadying breath. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

"We don't have to do anything tonight. We can just cuddle" he said.

But that was the exact opposite of what I wanted. I was glad I could be honest with Eddie about my past experiences, but I still very much wanted this, wanted him. I had risked too much tonight to not go all the way. I pulled back to look at his face.

"Eddie, I have been thinking about this all night. For weeks, actually, embarrassingly. I still want this. Don't make me beg for sex." I said. I felt a bit stupid, but I wanted to be honest. My body was absolutely craving him.

"I'm not trying to make you beg," he said with a little laugh. "I want this too. Clearly I want this," he said, gesturing downwards, and I understood what he meant completely. "But I want it to be your choice. You deserve to feel in control and ready, and adored, and pleasured, and safe. I can't choose that for you."

"It is my choice. I do feel in control." I said, angling my body on closer and taking his hand. "And I feel safer here than I do at my own home. I always feel safe with you. Show me."

"Show you?" Eddie asked questioningly.

"How to be adored and pleasured." I replied. I placed his hand on top of my breast and moved in for another kiss, which he didn't deny me this time. He squeezed my breast gently and kissed me tenderly. I pulled away briefly to provide more reassurance. "I want it to be you. It's always been you. Show me, Eddie." I took his hand and moved it down to my stomach to take him back down to explore the depths of my longing. I was no longer scared of this.

"And you'll stop me if it gets to be too much?" He said quietly, his forehead pressed against mine.

"Yes." I half whispered, half moaned as the sound caught in my throat. I was already mentally one step ahead of him, picturing my next move.

"Promise?" He said, as I continued to move his hand in mine, trailing down to the waist of the pants again.

"Yes" I whispered again, moving his hand in mine beneath the waistband and widening my legs to welcome him. I didn't stop until his hand was right over my pubic bone. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his fingers down until they brushed against the outside of my lips. I pushed a little further, until he took over and with slipped his fingers between the folds. I let out a little moan into his mouth as he swiped his fingers gently along the opening, moving upwards and briefly finding my clit. My body jolted with the pleasure of being touched in such an intimate area by him. I could feel his fingers slick against the moisture that had been building within me as he swiped up and down. This time he let out a little groan.

"I'll make you my goddamn queen," he said against my mouth, diving two fingers inside of me and completing our kiss.