13 comments/ 11375 views/ 24 favorites One Plus One Ch. 01 By: lovewords *Chapter One* It was a few days before Christmas break of my freshman year of college. I knew I wasn't going home. I hadn't been home for Thanksgiving break either. I couldn't face seeing Ahmad, Tatum, or my father. The fact that I'd caught the love of my life and my sister having sex was not something that I could get past easily, and the heartache that I felt because of my father; that wasn't something I thought I might ever get over. My daddy had been everything to me and the parts that he hadn't filled, Ahmad had. It was raining. I sat in my dorm room having nothing to do, which had been my life since the past summer. I was tired of thinking about the problems plaguing my life. I noticed the flyer that sat on my desk by my bed. I picked it up and read it again. Finally, I decided to go to see Peyton's band perform. It had to be better than sitting in silence and endlessly cogitating on thoughts that only caused me pain. Since I'd met him in my Sociology class on the first day of the semester; I'd known that Peyton was interested in more than simply being friends with me, although that's the way he came off. Peyton was gorgeous and more than that, he absolutely knew it. He was 6ft1 of lightly tanned skin. He had nice eyes. Hazel is probably the best way to describe them. They could appear green, golden, as well as brown. He had short and spiky, black hair and a smile that I'm sure made many panties come right off, all of the time. Some guys had bedroom eyes. Peyton had a bedroom voice. It was deep and raspy. He was from California by way of Tennessee. He had lived a few other places, including New York and New Jersey, but he still managed to keep a southwest tinted accent. That first day, I noticed how attractive he was, and I also picked up on the fact that he was undoubtedly a pussy hound. With Peyton, it could be sensed. He'd also been entirely too likeable. He'd made me smile, a real smile, for the first time in months, two minutes after he introduced himself to me. I'd thought it was best not to get too familiar with him. In my state of mind, I'd end up doing something I'd no doubt spend the rest of my days regretting. I'd been telling him that I would come see him since the first time he'd asked me in the second week of classes, but something had always come up, namely my decision to not hang out with Peyton too much. We studied together sometimes, so I saw him often enough; always in public places, the library, campus hangouts. He always shamelessly flirted with me even though I'd told him when we first started speaking, that I'd had a boyfriend. I didn't, anymore. I just told him that. He made me feel uncomfortable in ways that I was not at all used to. Peyton always had a cluster of women around him vying for his attention, like he was a Rock Star or something. His constant flock of women was probably the most annoying thing about him. That was one thing I had not expected to see attending Princeton, a bunch of airheaded-acting, bimbo- behaving females. One of the first things I'd learned about being at an Ivy League school was how very disillusioning it was to actually attend as opposed to all of the hoopla surrounding the fact that you actually got in. Not that I was complaining. Ivy League looked fantastic on job applications and I wanted to go places in life. It was the path to take. I didn't feel like fighting my way through the throng of them in my current state of mood. Still, I desperately needed to get out of my head and away from sitting in my dorm room with nothing to study, alone with my thoughts, anger, depression; all of it. I put on a sweater dress and knee high boots that I'd never worn before. Both the dress and the boots had been a gift from my favorite cousin and best friend, Rashida. She along with my best friend Bonet were the only two people I had been keeping in regular contact with since I'd left for school. Rashida was a year older than me. She was a sophomore at Spellman. Bonet and I were the same age. She went into the Air Force right after graduation. She was being stationed in Japan for the next year. After checking that I looked nice enough; I left my room with my keys, jacket, and the flyer in my hand. *** Peyton's band played on The Strip. I never hung out there. I didn't really hang out anywhere. I was in New Jersey by way of Atlanta, studying at Princeton University on a full academic scholarship. Everyone I loved or hated as was the case, was in Atlanta or had left shortly after high school. I hadn't become close with anyone from school so far, not even my roommate. I got into the packed venue with the pass that Peyton had given me when I'd promised to come a few days before. When Peyton wasn't being flocked by his many female admirers he hung around with the members of his band Sean, Matthew, and Caleb. They were all very handsome guys, but Caleb, Peyton's best friend, was probably the most beautiful male I'd ever seen. He was even more gorgeous to me than Peyton, and that was saying a lot. Caleb was slightly taller than Peyton. He had cornflower blue eyes that only showed shades of grey if you were close enough to him to be able to see them clearly. I'd seen them clearly the first time I'd looked at him. He'd sat a seat over from me on the opposite side of Peyton the first day of class. Caleb wore his overly long and curly hair down around his shoulders. It hung all over the place, like he didn't care about it, but it was obvious that he did. It was shiny and very healthy looking; a very light shade of blonde. I could smell his shampoo from where I sat. It somehow complimented the cologne that he wore. He had these classically chiseled features you'd expect to see on an actor in those old Hollywood films. James Dean definitely came to mind. Caleb had a very arrogant, standoffish, could-care- less, air about him. He'd spoken politely to me, barely glancing in my direction. Not that I'd expected or wanted him to. I'd thought that maybe from the way that he was dressed, and his behavior that he was some snobby, super-rich guy with a superiority complex. I was told that he'd come from some of the oldest money in America. Judging by the way he dressed and the car he drove, the way that he carried himself as if everyone was beneath his notice, I believed it. There was something about Caleb though, that had little to do with his good looks that made me want to get to know him better. Once we started talking we became immediate friends. We had nothing in common on the surface, but I felt like with him I could completely be myself. After we all started studying together; I realized that Caleb was as serious a student as he seemed to be, but not nearly as self-aggrandizing as I'd assumed he would be. He was nice, at least to me. He left the ego-trips to Peyton, who had enough for the both of them. Caleb was the drummer in their band. He also wrote music. He didn't like to put it on display but in the last few years he had written some of the most popular songs, some of which had made it to number one on the billboards. He also produced music. He knew and worked closely with quite a few artists and musicians. *** Their band was just about set up on stage when I entered the packed venue. Peyton had gotten me a fake I.D, which I'd never used before. Peyton was the lead singer in the band as well as lead guitarist. He was sound checking his guitar at the moment. He wore rip torn jeans and a t-shirt that made him look grunge-y, as usual. My eyes wouldn't allow me to lie. When I saw him I was as captivated as every other girl in the place seemed to be. I just didn't want to be. I sat in a corner of the room at a small table, but where I could clearly see the stage. Too many groupies had started crowding the small space. Peyton's voice rang out across the room. "This was written for someone who I keep hoping will fucking show up, but then she never does. Fuck it. I'll sing it anyway." He frowned into the crowd as if he were angry or frustrated. I was suddenly jealous as hell of this unknown she. When I heard the first chords to his song my heart constricted in my chest. My eyelids lowered; they were suddenly very heavy. My ears fell in love with Peyton's voice. It was beautiful, perfect. I couldn't move after that. I sat and watched and listened. They were deep into their set when a commotion disrupted the room. The music stopped and Peyton gave a huge smile as Kyd-Ro walked into the room. A spotlight followed the Rocker up onto the stage next to Peyton. Kyd-Ro was a real bad-ass in the music industry. I'd always loved his music. I had been playing guitar, both electric and acoustic since I was old enough to hold one; one of the many things that my dad and I shared. I'd taught myself how to play the songs of Kyd's that I liked. As I'd sat there listening to Peyton; I wanted to learn his music as well. For an amateur band they were awesome. The energy was crazy as Kyd-Ro walked up on the stage. Kyd was so damn sexy to me and millions of other women, no doubt. I was feeling like I wanted to throw my panties on the stage. I did a quick mental check and was happy that I had worn my black lace ones, in case I just went with the feeling. I think the few drinks that I'd consumed had me feeling as uninhibited as I was. I didn't drink often. Kyd hugged Peyton like they were really good friends. Peyton then spoke into the microphone. "You know what time it is ladies and what were looking for. Which lovely lady is going to be brave "and talented," Caleb chimed in, with a little drum roll, "Right! And talented enough to join our band? We need you to come up here and cover a song with me by this man right here." He pointed at Kyd. So many people screamed. It was almost deafening while I got a real rush for the first time in months. I felt something other than the pain or numbness that constantly threatened to fill me up. This was like something of a dream of mine. I'd always wanted to show off my musical talents in a room full of people who would then be blown away. I'd always been too uncertain of myself in high school. I knew I had a good voice, but I wasn't the most popular kid in my class, even though my best friend and cousin were. I'd worn glasses, ponytails, jeans, pullovers or t-shirts, and sneakers. I hadn't been very noticeable. Not much about my appearance had changed since I'd started college. I felt like the Long Island iced teas that I'd been consuming were speaking to me. It told me to move toward the stage so that Peyton could see me. I was inebriated enough that I was listening. I was going to go for it, but then I couldn't get through the crowd. After the second girl got seriously booed off the stage and a third was chosen I got an idea to text Peyton. I saw him look down at the cell attached to his hip, and then he started grinning. He looked out around the room until he found me waving my cell phone through the air. A smile lit his face. I didn't know what it was. At that point, I just allowed myself for the first time, to bask in the way it made me feel when he smiled at me. I hadn't even thought about being nauseous and nervous until he called me up onto the stage. I began to make my way through the crowd. Eyes seemed to be on me from every direction. You've done this a million and one times, I told myself, but then thought, yeah at home in front of my mirror while only pretending to be in front of lots of people. Peyton's right eyebrow was raised as he looked at me, when I stood next to him. He seemed so much taller on that stage somehow. "So you want to sing with me?" he asked me. I simply nodded at him. "Well don't be shy, tell everyone who you are," he said in that teasing tone that he liked to take with me. It was infuriating because it always made me blush like crazy. He made me feel like I was a twelve year old with my first crush. I cleared my throat." I'm Nicole," I spoke into the mic. "Okay Nic, I'm just warning you. If you get booed, well you saw what just happened with that pretty little brunette," he told me. I nodded. I got it. He was going to kick me off the stage and he didn't want me to take it personally. "Do you mind if I take my jacket off?" I asked him. "By all means," he answered, sounding so sexy. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned around to hand Caleb my jacket. He was holding out his hands for it as he stood up from behind his drum set. When I turned back around I caught Peyton staring at my ass. He turned away but not quickly enough. "It's okay you can look," I told him, and inadvertently the entire room. That's when I knew I was lit. He laughed. It sounded half embarrassed, half aroused to my ears. I really didn't know where I'd gotten the balls from. Sean came over to stand next to me with a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hands. "May I?" I asked him. He looked at me skeptically as if to say, 'it's your funeral', but he smiled like he thought I was ballsy. *** We began to perform the song. I closed my eyes as Peyton's beautiful voice vibrated through my body. It was enough to intoxicate me all on its own. I started to sing when I was supposed to but, I couldn't look at Peyton. I felt like I was in a zone or something as I just sang my heart out. It felt better than every other self-help technique aka therapy I'd been trying for months. I barely heard the loud applause I was receiving from the crowd. I finally risked a glance at Peyton. When our eyes connected it was like this larger than life spark ignited between us. I'd felt little tiny ones before but this one was something entirely different. I could hardly look away from him, and his eyes seemed to be glued to me. When the song ended, we were both still looking at each other. I broke away from the stare first, after realizing that it's was what I was doing. It was like the crowd had gone away and he was all that there was. I hadn't even recalled finishing the song. I smiled a little tightly feeling completely out of my element, and then I moved to give Sean his guitar back. "Wait, where are you going?" Peyton asked me as I got ready to exit the stage. "Do you know any Fleetwood Mac songs?" "A few," I answered. "Alright then, how about we do Silver Springs?" Anything but that one I thought, already feeling a tightness in my chest. I'd been listening to Silver Springs too much as it was lately. The song reminded me of my feelings for Ahmad so deeply, and even before what happened with him the song had always pulled at my heart strings. Like maybe my heart had always known I'd end up hurt like that one day. I nodded my head at Peyton that I knew the song. "Sing it for me," he said into the mic. "Blow me away and I might let you take me home tonight," he growled, as the crowd hooted and hollered. That made me smile briefly. I walked back over to the microphone. When he began to play; I focused on a point beyond the crowd and nothing else as I began to sing. The tears that had begun to slip unbidden from my eyes, were the first real tears I'd allowed myself to release over Ahmad and my father, Tatum; my broken fucking heart. I knew this song like the back of my hand, and that's what must have gotten me through it so rawly, but so purely. I wasn't even aware that I was singing; the words flowed right through me. I felt each one like a stab to the heart. I knew the pain that Nicks must have been in to write something so heartbreaking. When we finished the song I left the stage, not in a hurry, but fast enough. I was still crying as I made my way through the crowd towards the entrance. On my way out, I saw that Kyd was sitting right next to Lindsey, The Lindsey. My eyes widened momentarily in my stun, but I kept moving. It wasn't until I got outside into the cold air that I remembered my jacket, my keys, and cell phone had still been inside. My heart was still bleeding from performing that song and I didn't want to go back. I wanted to stop the tears on my face from falling, but they wouldn't. I was both relieved and uncertain when Peyton came towards me with my jacket in his hands. I took it from him then apologized for my hasty exit as I tried to stem the flow of tears on my face. I thanked him for bringing my jacket and then turned to leave. I wasn't good at being vulnerable. I'd grown up around my father, my uncles, and my grandfather, before he'd died. My cousin Rashida and I had been the only girls in the family. She'd gotten the role of princess so that left me to be the little the tomboy, because apparently there could only be one princess per family. "I didn't mean to upset you," Peyton said, before I could walk away. "Not your fault," I managed to tell him, still thinking about how everything I'd ever done had been about someone other than me. I'd been everything my father expected and wanted, my family, Ahmad even, and where had it gotten me, but alone. My father had married Tatum's mother again and they were this big happy family now, which left me on my own. Tatum had even taken Ahmad from me. I was looking down at the ground as I pulled on my jacket when Peyton walked closer to me. "Look at me," he commanded, and for some reason I did look up at him. I could see the emotion in his eyes as I did. I wondered where it came from. "He's not the only fucking guy in the world. If he left you, that's his loss, but if you think I'm going to allow you to go home and cry yourself to sleep tonight over the douche, then you're dead wrong," he told me heatedly. "I'm coming over tonight after I finish in there." He leaned down and took my mouth in a powerful and strong kiss. I let him. I even kissed him back. His mouth felt really good pressed against mine. We were both breathing hard when he pulled away. "Give me an hour Nic, and then I'm going to come to get you." His words rang with more than one meaning to me. *** While I waited in my dorm room I bounced back and forth between allowing myself to feel what I had denied feeling for Peyton for a while and what that would mean, versus keeping on the path that I was on; being half dead, zombie-like, so that I didn't have to feel anything and wouldn't hurt. I'd gotten used to feeling numb. When Peyton came to pick me up; I went with him to his place. I'd never been to his apartment before. It was the epitome of a bachelor pad. I was surprised to find it clean and empty. "You stay here all by yourself?" I asked following him through the spacious apartment to his bedroom which was huge. The room was clean and smelled nice. He asked me to have a seat and whether or not I wanted anything to eat or drink. I told him I was good. He told me to feel free to watch TV. or listen to music or whatever and then went to take a shower. He told me that he hadn't taken one before because he didn't want to make me wait too long for him. I explored his room a little while he was gone. He had a vast CD collection. I was surprised to find a lot of the music that I did, like Prince, who was one of my all-time favorite artists. I chose one of his CD's and put it on. All the while I kept eyeing my overnight bag that I'd brought along. Peyton had noticed it when he came to pick me up, but he ignored it, thankfully. I'd brought it for a reason. I planned to spend the night or at least need to change clothes after—after. I didn't want to play games with myself. I'd decided what I wanted from Peyton and I decided to be a big girl about it. With Raspberry Beret playing, I undressed to my underwear, and then pulled one of his clean t-shirts on over me. And then, I took a seat on his bed to wait for him. I was nervous, but certain of what I wanted to happen. One Plus One Ch. 01 When Caleb opened Peyton's bedroom door and his eyes landed on me, I didn't know what to do or to say to him. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him. His electric blue-grey eyes just looked at me for long, long moments. I looked back at him, unable to turn away from his steady gaze. Peyton came out of the bathroom just as I thought Caleb might say something to me. Instead he walked over to a dresser drawer of Peyton's. He pulled out a few condoms. I decided it was my emotional vulnerability that had me feeling a jealous twinge for whoever he was going to be with tonight. The feeling lasted a few seconds and then it was gone. Peyton exchanged glances with Caleb briefly, but they didn't speak, and then Caleb left the room closing and locking the door behind him. I turned to face Peyton. He dropped his towel as his liquid hazel eyes gazed at me in his t-shirt, sitting on his bed. *** Peyton pressed me back on to his bed with his naked body. We kissed. It was both delicious and erotic. I moaned grasping at his wet hair as he removed his t-shirt from my body. He then kissed down my entire body, down between my thighs to my warm core. His kisses were amazing and felt so good I thought I might pass out from the intensity of the way I felt. He didn't stop until I was calling out to him that I was coming. The only other mouth that had ever touched me had not felt that good. Caleb stood over me breathing hard as he tore a wrapper from a light blue condom pack. He kissed me again as he began to ease into me. He gazed down into my face as he started to enter me slowly. "You're so tight." "So hot and wet and fucking tight," he groaned. "When I've thought of us together and I touched myself; this is how I get," I admitted to him and to myself for the first time out loud. "Don't tell me shit like that Nicole, you'll make me come before I have a chance to get inside you," he said pushing further into me, past the barrier that had made me a virgin. I gasped and Peyton's eyes shot to mine. "Don't stop, please" I pleaded, feeling like he was about to. His lips covered mine and then he eased the last little bit into me. I moaned loudly when I felt him as far as he could go inside me. Everywhere inside me he touched it felt like he was hitting electrical nerve endings, every single time that he entered and then withdrew from me. When our sexing became more in sync; Peyton started moving into me harder and faster. "I can't fucking get enough of you," he hissed like he was as lost in the same ecstasy that I was. I screamed Peyton's name when I came. He had been relentlessly rubbing my clit as he kissed and moved into me, overwhelming me with all of the sensations. My nails scored his back just as my core wrapped around him so tightly, massaging him. His body jerked. He stilled and, then he came inside of me. All night long it seemed that we took turns waking each other, as if we needed to try everything in one night. I found the night to be everything that I could have asked for in a sexual experience. I'd felt a little awkward waking up next to him. The only other guy that I'd slept with and we'd kept our clothes on for the most part, I'd known since I was a little girl. I'd barely known Peyton a few months. I figured that I would go home and I would speak to him later, if he chose to call me. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, which was why I'd allowed myself to be so free with him all night, in case it was my only night with him. I knew very well that Peyton was not the relationship type and I didn't have any notions of him as prince charming or any romantic forevers. I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted, maybe more, and I believed that he had too. That was enough for me. My sex was very tender as I made my way out of the bed quietly. It was still very early, the sun had barely risen. Peyton lay on his back. He was dead to the world. I resisted the urge to give him a kiss. Everything about the night before had been right. It had felt so right. He'd made me feel alive again. *** One Plus One Ch. 02 *Chapter Two* I was turning the doorknob quietly, not wanting to wake Peyton, when he woke up. He sat up and asked me what I was doing, and then where I was going as he fully opened his eyes to look at me. So much for not having any awkward moments, I thought. I went back over to the bed and kissed him a little, on his lips. I thanked him for last night with a big smile on my face that I couldn't suppress. He still looked sleepy as he just sort of watched me. I told him that we'd talk later. He shocked me by reaching out to grab me around my waist. He pulled me down on top of him, and then he rolled us over so that he was on top of me. After we fooled around a little, he asked me if I was hungry. I told him yes, but that he didn't have to get up so early. I could go home and eat, which is what I had planned to do. He sat up on the side of the bed and turned the bedroom light on. When he got off the bed, the blankets were thrown back. There was evidence on his sheets from what'd we'd done the night before. It was like a bat signal, in my mind. Peyton noticed my embarrassment. He took the sheets off the bed and kissed me on the side of my cheek. "Thank you," he told me, playfully biting my chin. I was relieved that he didn't make a big thing out of it. He pulled me along into the bathroom where we took a shower together. He'd tried to make love to me in the shower but I was too sore. I'd been taking awkward steps since I'd left his bed. I don't know why, but it seemed to turn him on even more. He'd gone to his knees and he'd made me come with him mouth. Pleasure like I had never known washed through me. Peyton made breakfast for me in his state-of-the-art kitchen. I was seated at the table when Caleb walked in looking like he had just gotten out of the shower. With him was a pretty female. She wore one of his expensive dress shirts, and nothing else. She had bed hair and her feet were bare. Caleb wore a t-shirt and khaki shorts, socks. The three of us spoke politely. Matthew and Sean both walked into the kitchen behind Caleb and his date. "So you're alive?" Matthew asked me. I looked at him, puzzled as to what he meant. "I thought he was killing you last night," he grinned and gestured toward Peyton. Sean began to snicker behind him. "Oh god Peyton! I'm cum--cumming," Matthew mocked me accurately, and then chuckled. His gaze scrutinized me like he expected me to blush and be embarrassed. Then, to further push my buttons I guess, he asked me if I had never come before. Before the night before and maybe if he were someone else; I most definitely would have blushed at his words. Matthew's eyes held this—something challenge or dare that made me feel like I had the night before in the club, completely uninhibited. I decided to answer him even as Peyton told him to shut up. "Not like that. No." I told him. I wanted to laugh when he seemed to be at a loss for words. Caleb sat across from me at the table, his girlfriend sat next to me. He looked into my eyes while he squeezed the icing onto the toaster strudels that he'd had in front of him. He'd also given his girlfriend two as well. When my eyes met Caleb's I felt like he could see through me. He looked away from me as he picked up his toaster strudel. Matthew sat next to him while Sean went into the refrigerator. Matthew's mouth literally dropped open when Peyton sat perfectly made scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and toast in front of me. "Wow!" he declared and snickered, you pussy-whipped him in one night?" "That's what I said," Sean all but mumbled, as he stole a piece of my bacon. "I think he's in love," Sean smirked. "Shut up" Peyton snapped at him. "Wait that's it?" Matthew asked looking back and forth between them. "That's your huge comeback?"He acted as if it were the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Leave him alone," I said to them. I went over to Peyton. He was pouring me a glass of orange juice. I kissed his lips. I thought it was cute that his face was beet red. I'd never thought he had a shy bone in his body. "Don't worry about them," I smiled at him. "They're just envious—of me," I teased. Peyton laughed then pulled me into him for a kiss. In the next instant he had me pressed up against the open refrigerator. It felt strange with his friends being there to witness it all, but it was like his touch, his kiss especially, ignited flames in me that I couldn't ignore and didn't want to. Caleb walked over and took the glass of orange juice from Peyton's hand. Then and only then, did I feel brought back down to earth. Peyton removed his hand from inside of my panties. *** Peyton asked me to go home to California for the Christmas break, not in a serious manner. Caleb was going as well. I went to California with him and had the most fun that I had, maybe ever. In the months that followed Peyton and I became inseparable. Peyton was everything I never knew that I needed. He had crazy, sexy, and cool down to an art form. Being with Peyton made me feel wild and free, and sometimes like a little kid. We had a blast together. We got smashed together often, and he got me high for the first time in my life. He was my partner in crime. We decided to be friends, good friends; with really good benefits. And even though I wasn't ready for anything more serious, I did feel slight jealousy when I saw him with other females, but I didn't let it get to me. *** I had no plans to go home at Spring Break. I'd been officially inducted into the band and I loved every minute of the practices and performing. I spent a lot of my time with Caleb in the studio. He was a brilliant writer and I had always been a writer myself. I had journals full of words that I allowed him to read. He thought my stuff was good, and he helped me format a lot of my words and poetry into songs. He was very well connected in the music industry, but even so when he told me that he was going to get sell my songs, I still couldn't believe him. Until it actually happened. A few days before Spring break; I got a huge payday for two of my songs. The first time I heard a vastly popular R&B artist on the radio singing my words, I cried, and then I went a little insane that weekend. *** Since I now had enough money; I could afford to stay in New Jersey at the end of the school year. I still couldn't fathom going home. Caleb offered me the third bedroom at he and Peyton's place to stay. He also got me a paid position interning at his father's company in the city. It was the middle of August. Peyton, Caleb, Matthew, Sean, their girlfriends and I were sitting around the living room of their apartment, now our apartment. A day in August that I will never forget. There was a baseball game on TV. Everyone was smashed as we sat around to watch. I was lying with my back against Peyton while Caleb lay with his head on my lap, on their long sectional couch. Out of nowhere Caleb said to Peyton, that if the Braves took the inning he got to taste Peyton's girlfriend's pussy. Peyton and I were both okay with not labeling our relationship, but most of the guys still saw me as his girlfriend. As I was sort of sandwiched between two of them; it made Caleb's announcement that much more awkward. When Caleb said what he did, I accidentally dropped my lit blunt on him. He scrambled out of the way even as we cracked up laughing. It had burned a little hole through his t-shirt. I expected Peyton to say something comical in response like, I don't know, 'bite me' whatever, but all he said was a resounding "no". Caleb then glared at Peyton with his teeth clenched. I looked back and forth between the two of them and realized that either they were entirely serious or they were playing one hell of a joke on me. "Why not?" Caleb barked, his blue eyes shooting heated sparks at Peyton. "You know why not." Peyton glared back at him, while answering. "No. Really I don't," Caleb then sneered. "I told you she's not into that shit." Peyton snapped at him. "Bullshit!" Caleb snapped back. It was like watching a fast paced tennis match. Whoa. What? I sat there perplexed. "She's not into what shit?" I interjected; feeling like the conversation was way over my head. Caleb said, "Peyton and I— "Shut the fuck up!" Peyton roared, cutting him off. If he hadn't had everyone's attention before, he had it then, especially mine. He looked like he was ready to kill Caleb, but then Caleb looked about as homicidal as Peyton did. --share our women," Caleb continued, as if Peyton hadn't spoken. "Thank you. You.Fucking.Asshole." Peyton shot up from the couch and kicked over the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. My eyes shot to Peyton as my heart beat like it was going to beat its way out of my chest. "You're welcome," Caleb stated calmly, as he repositioned himself on the couch next to me, but not too close this time, and he wasn't looking at me. "You're the only solo girlfriend that he's had since we met," Caleb then said as he relieved my fingers of the blunt I was holding. He was as angry as Peyton was. I could tell by the way he breathed as he pulled on the blunt. He just wasn't explosive like Peyton could be. I turned to face Peyton, the male that I hadn't known up until that very moment that I was hopelessly, maybe, irrevocably in love with. "Peyton is he—is this true?" I asked him. My heart was in my throat. "Yes." Caleb answered for Peyton who didn't say anything, which told me what I needed to know. I began to find it hard to take enough air into my lungs. "She wasn't asking you," Peyton snapped at Caleb. "Then fucking tell me the truth," I exploded at him. "He didn't even want you at first. I did. I wrote Crush for you. And then that night he fell in love with you and now he doesn't want to share you," Caleb further explained. My heart thundered even harder in my chest as my eyes met his and I saw the truth of his words in them. Was this some fucking game to them? "Am I the punch line of some joke?" I turned to Peyton to ask. "No. Fuck no," he answered immediately. "But, Caleb isn't lying, is he?" His silence said it all. I felt a sharp pain like a knife, stab me in my chest. I got up off the couch ready to leave before I killed the two of them, but then I stopped in front of Peyton instead. "You did all this. You made me-- made me care for you," I forced out at him, "Just so you two could be together?" "What!"They both exclaimed loudly. Tears filled my eyes and my words. "You're gay and want to use me-- as a-- a cover." I accused them both, not caring that tears slipped down my face, that they saw them. Peyton looked like I had slapped him, but Caleb just smiled, like he thought I was funny. "We're not gay," Caleb told me. I turned to face him, wiping my face. He stood, his height, towering. "I'm not gay. He's not gay. We just both-- want you," he sighed, before his head descended and he kissed me on the mouth. Immediately I felt an electric pull. It spread throughout my body. It was totally different from what I felt with Peyton, but no less potent. I tried to pull away but Caleb held me to him. My body involuntarily shivered as he continued to kiss me. Not responding to him was almost impossible, but I tried not to. Finally he let me go. I turned away from him, breathing hard, to find Peyton's eyes on us. He didn't seem mad that Caleb had kissed me. He seemed aroused. "I'm fucked up," Peyton confessed to me quietly. "You're the first woman who has ever been—enough for me, ever, but I'm just wired this way." "What way?" I watched him clench his teeth as if what he had to say was very hard for him to. "There's no reason for us to talk about this. It's not even an issue," he said, which pissed me off. I growled up at him, "Bullshit. You didn't even try to stop Caleb from kissing me and when he finally stopped, you looked-- you looked like you were imagining me fucking him. Now tell me the truth. All of it or I'm leaving and not coming back," I promised him, almost hysterically. As his gaze met mine he appeared remorseful and uncertain. I knew my expression showed my hurt feelings. "Do you want to-- to share me-- with Caleb or not?" I asked Peyton, hoping that I could handle his answer. He wouldn't look at me as he answered. "No. I— I knew he was lying. "Peyton, look at me," I pleaded in frustration, and hurt. "Don't-- don't lie to me okay," I said to him. I couldn't take it if he stood there in my face and lied. I'd had that before and I'd thought that was behind me with him. If Peyton hurt me in that way, I didn't think I would be able to handle it. "He wants to." Caleb answered for Peyton. "He's just afraid that you'll hate it, love it, or leave him." When Peyton finally looked at me again; it was with a whole lot of trepidation in his eyes, and I knew Caleb was not lying at all. Caleb wasn't Peyton though. I needed Peyton to be honest with me. "I have-- thought about it," Peyton finally told me. "You've thought about it?" I repeated to him, hearing the breathlessness in my own voice. The more I thought about it, the more upset I became. "Baby, I would never want you to do something— "But you do want me to-- to fuck Caleb?" I shouted at him. "I can't believe you want me to fuck your friend. Is that-- Is this what our entire friendship has been about?" I continued to yell. "You getting me all nice and open to the idea, Peyton?" "No!" he based, glaring at Caleb. "Don't blame him. At least he has the balls to tell me the fucking truth." I glanced back at Caleb, "finally." I couldn't seem to catch my breath or calm down. "I just need to—Move," I shouted at Peyton. He was blocking the path to my bedroom. I was going to go to my room, get my keys and wallet to leave, but then Caleb grabbed me from behind. "Take your fucking hands off her," Peyton snapped. "Oh now you care that he's touching me. Fuck you Peyton." I still attempted to wiggle out of Caleb's grasp. "Don't go Nicole," Caleb breathed, as he leaned down to kiss me on my neck. I wasn't unaffected and that just confused and angered me more. "Let me show you how good it can be baby. Please. Just calm down and watch Peyton." *** I drew in a deep breath as his hands began to slide up my stomach. His long fingers moved underneath my t-shirt. My belly dipped and my nipples hardened. A small moan escaped my throat as Caleb's hands moved under my bra. The feeling went straight into my panties. Peyton's eyes were riveted to Caleb's hands, but from his expression, I couldn't tell what he wanted to do, help Caleb remove my shirt or kick his ass. I stilled Caleb's hands on my breasts by covering them with my own. "Peyton, Is this you want to happen? If it is, say so now. If not, don't ever bring it up to me again." Peyton mumbled something while looking down at the floor. "What Peyton? Speak up. She can't fucking hear you," Caleb told him. "Yes," Peyton growled, as my heart went into overdrive. He looked up to face me. His light hazel eyes had changed to a darker green. "I want to watch him fuck you and make you come." He immediately looked contrite about what he said. I couldn't believe he had said it. Silence hung in the air. I pushed Caleb's hands away and told him that if he won the bet I would let him go down on me while Peyton watched. I could tell that Peyton hadn't expected me to say what I did. I bypassed him and went into my room. I closed and locked the door. I was angry but I couldn't help thinking about the fact that I had always been attracted to Caleb, though I had never in my life thought about being with him, with any two guys at one time. I watched the game on my TV. Caleb won the bet. I waited long minutes for someone to come knocking on the door but no one did. I stood and removed my bra and panties. I pulled my shorts and t-shirt back on then walked back out into the living room, where it seemed like everyone had been waiting to see if I would show up. "So where do you want to do this?" I asked Caleb as evenly as I could. "Baby, you don't have to do this." "I wasn't speaking to you Peyton," I snapped at him, keeping my focus on Caleb. Natasha, who was with Sean, giggled as Sean kissed her on her neck. I had almost forgotten about them being in the living room. Caleb's now stormy blue eyes glanced at Peyton then returned to me. "I guess if you stay around you'll find out anyway. I like to be watched," he shrugged. If I didn't know him so well I would have thought his words had easily rolled off his tongue, but I could see how uneasy his admission to me had made him feel. "You mean like— "I mean that I want to eat your pussy on the couch, right here, and right now," he said, not beating around the bush. He looked at me like he expected me to run back into the room. When I just stood there he said, "No one in this room other than Peyton or I will touch you in any way."I believed him, with no doubts in my mind. I undressed while standing in front of Caleb. My heart jack hammered in my chest. "Fuck you're beautiful," Caleb said, pulling me into him. His eyes hadn't even left my face. He laid me back on the couch then got onto his knees. "Peyton sit down and hold her so that she knows you're okay with this," Caleb told him. Peyton sat down so that my head rested in his lap. *** Caleb's mouth felt incredible, just incredible. I kept my hands on Peyton, touching all over him, feeling how rock hard he was. I gripped Peyton's cock, his thighs, his neck, and his hair while trying to hold in my moans. My shaking thighs gave me away, I'm sure. "Peyton. I need-- oh god! I'm going to—Is it alright if I come?" I stuttered out to him. "Fuck yeah baby. Come all over his face," Peyton said roughly. As I came I did just that. I screamed and gripped Caleb's soft blonde hair. I don't think I'd ever come so deeply before, and Caleb knew exactly how to lick, where to lick. He kept at it until I was so sated I thought I might fall asleep. He continued to kiss the insides of my thighs while the tremors from my orgasm subsided. I felt Peyton's hands in my hair as well. "I want to be in you so bad," Caleb breathed to me. His voice trembled. I glanced up at Peyton. He didn't attempt to disguise the lust in his eyes. "I want it only if you want it," he told me. "That's not good enough," I snapped, even in my ecstasy filled haze. "I--I want it," he admitted to me, his eyes liquid and dark, more brown than hazel with his deep arousal, as he gazed down into my face. "Are you protected?"Caleb asked me. I used birth control even though Peyton and I used condoms every time. I told Peyton that I was protected. He told me that he didn't go around having sex without protection, but he didn't want to use anything with me. The way he was looking at me, I believed that he wasn't lying. "I trust you," I told him, not knowing why I did or how I could so easily. Caleb moved up my body as Peyton leaned down to kiss me. I felt Caleb begin to enter me. He was hard and big, bigger than Peyton, even bigger than Ahmad had been, and Ahmad had never been inside me. I bit Peyton's bottom lip but had to let it go moments later when I felt Caleb surge even deeper inside me. I screamed in pleasure. God, I thought. No wonder he was so fucking arrogant and had that perfected elusive coolness about him. "Oh my god! Oh fuck!" I exclaimed loudly, as he moved into me while my head thrashed around on Peyton's lap. I somehow managed to be touching, gripping, and scratching them both. "You're fucking perfect," Caleb panted to me; as he leaned down to kiss my mouth. One Plus One Ch. 02 He was too. His dick felt so good inside me, especially when he was kissing me like he would never stop. "Fuck. I love you," Caleb moaned gutturally when his come splashed hot inside of me. I gasped. He was so deep, and the spot he kept hitting inside of me turned my gasp into an orgasm that shook my entire body against his. It felt never-ending. I kept hearing his words in my mind as I came. They'd sounded wrung from him, but so truthful. Our eyes connected in the aftermath. I could see the truth of Peyton's words in them. And I knew that even though I didn't say it to him he could see and feel my response, that I felt the same. He leaned down and kissed me as my heart raced from more than the orgasm that I'd just had. I felt his beat the same against my chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to move into me again, and we kissed. Caleb made love to me so thoroughly that it was like we were the only two people in the room. Though sex with Peyton had been enjoyable, mind-blowing even, it felt entirely different with Caleb. I knew with everything in me that I was in love with Caleb. I had no idea how that could be. ***