She giggled as he took her inside. They came to a hallway that bisected the building. It was made up of old white chipped tile. There were two doors, one to either side, and each led to a room empty of anything but leaves, dirt, and trash. They followed the hallway to its end, finding two more short hallways splitting off to the left and right. It wasn't too dark, as there were some high windows letting in the twilight sunshine. They followed the left one to its end and poked their heads cautiously into the room beyond.

It was also dirty and almost totally empty, save for some beer cans and cigarette butts, and a few chairs that looked in surprisingly good condition. They checked out the last room and found pretty much the same, and then returned to the one with the chairs.

"Okay," Melody said, setting her booze aside, "sit."

Trent sat. She gathered her hair up into a ponytail, then got down on her knees and unzipped his pants. He swallowed, feeling excitement welling up within him. What if someone found them? Well, would that be so terrible? He supposed it depended on who it was. Melody lifted her shirt again, freeing her breasts, and then pulled his dick out and started sucking him off. He groaned as she worked his cock, her lips moving smoothly up and down his shaft as her head bobbed. She got him coated in her saliva, then stood up and sat down in his lap, facing him.

"Here we are…" she whispered, shifting her skirt around.

"Melody, are you not-ahhh...oh fuck…" he groaned as she slipped him into her wet, wet pussy.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she whispered, then moaned as she pushed him all the way inside of her.

She started fucking him with an amazing smoothness. She moved like a dancer or an especially talented porn star, gliding perfectly up and down his cock, going slowly at first and then going faster.

"Melody, holy fucking shit you are so fucking fit and dexterous," he groaned.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" she whispered, panting now. "Just don't cum in me."

"What?" he asked.

"I lost my birth control last week. This is really stupid but I'm horny. I don't want to get pregnant, though, so just pull out, okay?"

"Hmm," he replied, grabbing her ass. He started bouncing her harder on his dick.

She gasped and cried out. "Careful!"

"I'm going to cum inside of you, Melody," he murmured.

"What?!" She tried to stand up but he held her firmly in place. She cried out again as he more forcefully started bouncing her on his dick. "No! I don't want to get pregnant! You can't!"

"I can and I will and I am," he replied, holding her tightly. She kept trying to stand up but he kept pulling her back down, continuing the sex. He was close to busting. He could see how much she was enjoying the roleplay in her eyes and honestly he was impressed with her acting abilities.

"No! Please! Your girlfriends will kill me!" she whispered harshly.

"I don't give a fuck, Melody. I want to use your pussy to cum and I want to get you pregnant. I don't give a fuck what happens to you after that," he replied, and she cried out as he pulled her down tightly against him and started cumming inside of her.

"No! Please! Oh God! Oh fuck…" she moaned.

Trent groaned as the pleasure overloaded him. He finished busting inside of her and then let go of her, sitting back.

"You bad, filthy boy," she whispered, panting. "You filthy, dirty boy. You got me pregnant."

"That sounds like a you problem," he replied.

She laughed. "I'm so glad you aren't actually even remotely like this."

"Well you wouldn't fuck me if I was," he replied.

"True." She got up and looked down at herself. "God, you cum a lot. Here." She got down on her knees and put his dick back in her mouth, sucking as she slowly pulled back.

"Oh my fucking God…" he groaned, twitching a few times. "Holy shit you are such a whore."

She giggled as she finished up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. "Only for you. Also, only recently. I've never actually done that before."

"How was it?"

"Gross." She took a healthy swig from her bottle. "But it was mostly cum and I've swallowed for you before, so," she shrugged.

"I really, really appreciate it," he said.

She smiled and got back to her feet. "Good. I'm glad. Ugh...hold on," she muttered, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a handful of napkins. "Seriously, so much," she complained as she wiped at herself. "You know, if I ever want to be a single mom, I am coming to you and letting you get me pregnant."

"Holy shit, that would be so fucking awesome...could I keep having sex with you throughout the pregnancy?"

"Yeah," she replied. "Also, I wouldn't like spring it on you or anything, so don't worry about that, if I like show up out of the blue five years from now and want sex, it'll just be because I want sex."

"I appreciate it."

"You think your girlfriends would be down for that?" she asked, tossing away the napkins and then adjusting her clothing.

"Probably. I mean it would have to be a real discussion but yeah, probably."

"Have you ever fucked pregnant vagina before?"

"No." He paused. "I mean, as far as I know."

"But you want to?"

"Oh yeah."

"Why?"

"I've heard it's amazing. Like there's a difference that gets more noticeable the more pregnant the woman is. But honestly? I just want to fuck a pregnant chick. They're so hot."

She giggled. "Really? They get all fat and funny looking and you think that's hot?"

"Yes. Dear God, yes. I don't know what it is exactly, but yes, I love that. Plus, I mean, come on. All the sexy parts get bigger during pregnancy."

"That's a fair point. Bigger hips, bigger tits, thighs and ass...yeah, I could see it. Mmm. If I ever come across a pregnant woman I trust looking for some safe fun, I will totally send her your way."

"That would be the most amazing gift ever," he replied.

She laughed again and he stood up, tucked his dick away, and then pulled his phone back out. "Okay, let me get some pics of this place and then we get back to the party."

"Why pics?" she asked as he began lining up his first shot.

"I've agreed to help Lori scout new locations for Gasmask 2. The creepier the better. And this place is really fucking creepy. Especially with this eerie evening light."

"Hmm." She looked around. "Now that I'm not horny, uh, yeah, it is actually like the set of a fucking Saw movie or something." She followed him back out into the hallway and to the opposite room. "Lori is, like, mad talented. I mean, right? That movie was amazing. I can't believe she's freaking fifteen...she is fifteen, right? Or am I misremembering?"

"No, you're right. And yeah, she's crazy talented. She has a gift, that much is obvious."

"Are you really going to make a novel out of her movie?"

"I'm seriously going to try," he replied. "I'm hoping to have it done by October. It'd be fucking awesome to have a booth set up to sell my horror shit at Harfest."

"What's Harfest? I think I heard Mae talking about that at some point…"

"It's basically a Halloween event. I guess there's a parade and a carnival. Just a lot of people out and about. I missed the last one but Mae thinks it's fucking awesome. You should come visit again."

"I will," she replied. She was quiet as they finished walking through and taking pictures. They went outside and then walked around to the back, getting several more exterior shots. "I had a weird question."

"Shoot."

"...would you ever sleep with Lori?" He paused and looked at her. "I said it was weird."

"No."

"Because she's underage?"

"Yes. I'm not going to be one of those fucking creeps who tries to nail high schoolers."

"I mean it's not like you'd be using and abusing her."

"...so are you, like, advocating for it or something?"

"No. I'm not, actually. Just...I don't know. Age has always been a weird subject. Like, one day it's completely illegal but then the next day it's completely legal? And to be clear, I agree with your take and I think we should have the law. I know you have to draw the line somewhere and it's probably always going to seem arbitrary. It's just...weird. I guess I went through a phase in high school where I wanted an older boyfriend. Like in his twenties."

"Well, I sure would've fucking killed to have an older girlfriend," Trent replied. "But that's...a whole different thing."

"Yeah. What about in three years?" she asked.

He sighed. "I mean probably not. It'd just be weird. I think it's weird because I got to know her when she was still pretty young and I'm the age I am. It's sort of anchored the relationship. But...I don't know. I mean I'll be like twenty five, almost twenty six, and she'd be eighteen. It still seems weird."

"That's not a terrible age gap. And again it's not like you'd abuse her...whatever. I guess you're right, this is weird. Nevermind...I'm glad that's what you answered, though."

"Okay, I got the pictures," he said after they'd come back around to the front of the building.

"Cool...do you think I'm weird?" she asked, taking his hand.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

"I mean...not really."

"That's not a reassuring answer."

"Sorry. Everyone's kind of weird, Melody. I mean, I'm dating Mae. Mae is weird. I love her, but she's weird. And that's not really a bad thing. I mean some parts of it need to be worked on, some parts of it we, you know, tolerate, and some parts of it I like. You're not really that weird, Melody. Honestly, you're probably the most normal woman I've slept with...okay, how about this? You don't weird me out."

"...yeah, that's a good way to put it. Thanks. I'm sorry if weird stuff keeps coming out of my mouth, I just...I'm realizing how normal everyone in my life is. And by normal I mean surface level. I can't really get into deep or uncomfortable conversations with people. And then I met you, and Mae, and Bea, and Ann. And you're all kind of weird, but in a good way, and you sort of invite deeper or uncomfortable conversations. I feel like I can talk to you about things and you won't hold that against me."

"Good. That was what I was hoping you'd feel," he replied. "Let's get back."

"Yeah."

He took her hand and laced their fingers together, and she laid her head affectionately against his shoulder as they began walking back towards the party. The sun was almost gone now, the golden twilight fading to darker hues, the night coming on. There were easily double the amount of people who had been there when he'd left, a big knot of them clustered around a bonfire someone had gotten going, most of the rest either gathered in a loose circle around the food and drinks or broken up into smaller groups across the clearing.

As they approached, Trent saw a familiar figure and hesitated, uncertain if he was seeing who he thought he was seeing.

Chris turned to looked at him.

They stared at each other for a long moment. Chris looked to Melody.

"For real?" he asked finally.