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Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 01

By: SeesFourEver



Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing. 

Chapter 1: Bad Start to a Good Night

There's something oddly liberating about catching your girlfriend in bed with your roommate.

I'd opened the door of my dorm room only to find my roommate, Steve, plowing into someone from behind. It really wasn't a very pretty sight and got less so when I realized the aforementioned plowee was my girlfriend Jen. 

Now Jen and I had been having issues ever since school started and while we'd gone through the motions of trying to 'fix' things, our hearts weren't really in it. So the blow was more to my ego than to my heart. I suppose there was a bit of sadness mixed in there as well- I'd thought better of Jen. I guess I should be used to folks disappointing me by now though.

Steve, on the other hand, was doing exactly the sort of thing I would have expected based on my experiences with him over the last few months. We'd found ourselves stuck in the same dorm room together and there was really no love lost between the two of us. He was the typical High School 'Big Man on Camps' sort, just starting his first year of college and soon to discover that he wasn't the big fish in a small pond anymore. I unfortunately already knew exactly how big and uncaring the pond was and, at the relatively ancient age of 21, just didn't have the patience to deal with the stupidity that comes so naturally to a guy who's just getting out from under his parents thumb for the first time. He'd been flirting with Jen since classes started and, as annoying as it was, I hadn't thought much of it. Like I said, I'd thought better of her. 

So here I am, two months into my Jr. year of college, stuck living in a dorm, watching my jackass of a roommate do my girlfriend from behind.

Neither of them noticed me open the door, so I suppose I could have stepped out and pretended it all never happened. But that didn't really appeal. The problem was that the other alternative, beating the crap out of the son of a bitch, really wasn't all the appealing either. Don't get me wrong, it was appealing in an abstract sort of way, but given the last few months and now the scene in front of me, I just can't quite convince myself that Jen was worth it. 

The only really good option was to try to have some fun with it I supposed. 

As soon as I start stomping into the room Jens little squeaks turn into a shout. Her "Ty! Oh my God!" was quickly drowned out by Steve's "What the fuck?!"

She huddled up in the corner with a pillow pulled up to cover herself and Steve was left kneeling in the bed with what looked to be a rather average dick rapidly deflating. I took the whole thing in with a forced grin. 

"Please, don't let me spoil your fun. She likes it if you spank her ass now and again and don't let those fake moans fool you. She gets really quiet when she comes."

With that I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door. I could hear Steve's bare feet hit the floor and then the door slammed. The muffled shouting started soon after. 

In truth, Jen absolutely hated to have her ass slapped and she was really quite loud when she came. Steve probably wasn't smart enough to figure that out though and if I was lucky he was dumb enough to think the real ones were fake and the nonexistent ones were real. One can only hope. 

So now what the fuck do I do? I'd skipped the gym tonight and planned to get some extra studying done. Somehow I wasn't in the mood to study anymore and a little gym time was looking better and better. 

By the time I got back it was pushing 11pm, but I really didn't feel like heading back to the room yet. In fact, I didn't feel like heading there are all, but I suppose it was inevitable that I'd have to. That didn't mean I had to look forward to it though. I grabbed a seat in the common area and kicked back with a book to kill some time. 

You ever have one of those moments you know you're going to remember till the day you die? Now given my day today, you'd think Jen and Steve on a dorm room bed would fall into the category. But I suppose this was a day of surprises, because that wasn't the moment that would stick with me. This one was. 

She was sitting back around the corner, curled up on a couch with a book. You'd never notice her from the main hall, but from where I sat I could just catch a glimpse of her over in her little cubby hole. She had medium length strawberry blond hair- a bit tangled, and wore an old ratty pair of jeans and a baggy sweat shirt. You couldn't really tell anything about her figure and I couldn't even see her face, covered as it was by her hair. But there was something about her. I was reminded of that first moment you catch sight of a deer, when you are afraid to make any sound so you don't spook it. To this day I can't tell you why, but there was such a sense of vulnerability, of skittishness about her. 

She had a book with her, but after a moment it became clear that she wasn't reading it. She just sat there cradling the book, not moving.

How odd. 

By this point it was rather late and we were the only folks in the room. Now and again someone would walk through on their way somewhere, but we really had the whole place to ourselves. So I got up and walked over. 

"You all right?"

I'd clearly startled her as she jumped suddenly and turned to face me. This was really my first clear view of her. She had a cute little button of a nose, high cheekbones, a few freckles, generous lips, and the most piecing green eyes I'd ever seen. She was really quite pretty. She was also silently crying. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that. You okay?"

She looked at me for a second, like she didn't know what I was saying and pushed herself into the side of the couch that was furthest from where I was standing. She seemed to shake herself and, after the briefest of moments, wiped the tears away. 

"I... I'm fine. Just having a moment," she said.

He voice was soft, and there was the barest trace of an accent of some sort.

I could almost see her gathering herself up. The vulnerability I'd seen earlier seemed to fall away. Her back straightened and she sat up. It was the oddest thing. She seemed to gain years in the process. She almost seemed like a different person. Distant. Guarded. 

"Rough weekend?" I asked. 

She looked at me for a moment, then said quietly "Rough... weekend."

It was the pause before weekend that really hooked me.

What was she going to say? Week? Month? Summer? Year? Life? God did I ever know how that pause felt from the other side. I almost sat down on the couch next to her right then, but something about the way she sat, the fact that she was as far away from me as she could get, made me pull up a chair instead. I turned it around backwards so I was sitting facing her with the back of the chair between us before I sat down. 

"Well let me tell you about my weekend..." I said and launched into a slightly exaggerated story of my Sunday. I got a grimace of sympathy when I told her about opening the door to Steve's ass and ever so slight a smile at the comments I'd made as I breezed out of the room. It was amazing how pleasant even a small smile was on her face. 

"So you think they're still there?" she asked. 

"I hope not," I said "it's going to hard enough to go in there and get some sleep if he's there alone. I don't even want to contemplate what things are going to be like if she's still there. My plan is to hide out here for a while before trying to get some sleep. I expect I'll be looking into the process for trading up on roommates in the morning."

That got another smile. But then a small frown. 

"You don't seem very broken up about the whole thing?"

"You know, Jen was a great girl, but I think it would have ended soon anyway. We met while I was home this summer. She just graduated high school and knew she was coming here in the fall. I think the idea of having a boyfriend to 'show her around' once she got here appealed all the way up to the day she arrived. Once she got here I guess she decided she didn't really want be tied down. She's a really sweet girl- smart, cute, fun... I'd say tasteful but then I caught her with Steve... but I don't think she knew how to break it off. More than anything else I think I'm disappointed in her."

I think I may have choked up a bit on this last, though she was kind enough to pretend she didn't notice. Jen really was a sweet girl and it had been a fun summer. It didn't hurt that she was a petite little girl next door type with a bit of a naughty streak. Truth be told I was going to miss her and I really wish she'd found a way to end it on a better note. 

I laughed a bit. "Here I am talking about myself when you're the one over here obviously having the bad... weekend."

I think she caught the pause when I said it. That got me yet another smile. 

"Nothing much to talk about. Just a bad... weekend." she said. 

I smiled as much to let her know that I'd caught the pause as to let he know I wasn't going to push. 

"Fair enough, I'm Ty by the way..."

She tightened up for just a movement, but then a hint of that vulnerability came back. She gave me her name like it was a gift, which in retrospect I suppose it was. "Bree... Bree Harper."

"Nice to meet you Bree, care to keep me company while I wait for my jackass of a roommate and my recently ex girlfriend to clear out of my soon to be ex dorm room?"

She didn't say yes, she didn't nod her head. But she did turn it to the side a bit as if to say she'd think about it. That was good enough for me. 

We talked all night.

Turns out she was from Kansas City and was just starting her Freshman year here at KU. She seemed to shy away from talking about her family or of high school and I didn't push. The "accent" was actually the ghost of a childhood speech thing of some sort. I think I got some points for my observation that something as traumatic as a childhood lisp can turn into something so cute later in life. It really did lend a rather sexy little lilt to her speech. 

She was amazingly well read, and had any number of off the wall ideas about off the wall things. We chatted about all sorts of trivial stuff for hours. I never did make it over to the couch and she never did make it out of that corner as far away from me as she could possibly get. But by the end of the first hour all the stiffness had left her and a new version of the girl I'd fist noticed was curled up there in the corner again. She was beautiful. 

I learned at an early age that boys who talk about themselves too much don't tend to get very far with girls, so I made a point of trying to draw her out but there were clearly subjects that she wanted to avoid. She never did say anything about her family and her high school stories all seemed to focus on the first few years. I guess I ended up talking about myself a bit more than I normally would have; telling her about growing up on a farm in small town in Kansas, sharing some funny stories about my mom and sister. I think she noticed that I never talked about my dad, but she was thoughtful enough not to press. Maybe she noticed I was doing the same about her family, maybe she just didn't care. I actually got a few laughs out of her telling stories about this and that. They made me want to get more. 

I honestly couldn't tell you what she thought of me. I'm smart enough to know that girls don't chat with you all night long if they find you repulsive, and I suppose I'm decent looking. Call it 6ft, a buck ninety, brown eyes, sandy light brown hair. Nothing special really. However, by 5am I was thoroughly convinced that she was something special. 

The conversation had slowed by this point and she quietly nodded off just as I was about to ask her if she knew any places that served an early breakfast. So I sat back in that chair and watched the sun come up through the window over her shoulder as she slept. It was a surprisingly pleasant way to end an evening that hadn't started particularly well. 

6am rolled around and I decided to wake her so that we could both get on with our days. I wasn't prepared for the reaction when I reached over to wake her though. She screamed... and screamed... on and on, all the while struggling to move back against the side of the couch trying to get away from my hand. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening. Eventually the screams stopped, but she continued to hyperventilate, obviously terrified. 

I wish I could say I had the presence of mind to back off as soon as I saw her reaction, but honestly it was fear and not any larger considerations that made me jump back. Hell, I might even have screamed along with her for all I knew. 

"Oh my God... Bree, I'm so sorry!" I said as I held up my hands and backed away. She looked at me for a moment as if she was trying to place my face and didn't say anything as she tried to calm herself. Then her lips started to quiver and she blinked away a few tears. 

"I... I'm so sorry, I have to go..."

With that she got up and started to walk by me, flinching away as I reached out to touch her shoulder. I stared at her back as she headed down towards the girls wing. 

So what the hell was that?

There was no chance I was getting any sleep at this point so I headed back to my room to grab some cloths for a shower. The room was empty when I got there, so I assume Steve and Jen had retreated to her room sometime last night. A cold shower, 2 cups of coffee, and a short walk later I was standing outside the student housing office when it opened. After hearing my story about Steve the rather nice women working the counter was happy to help me with the process of finding a new room. In fact she even managed to get me into an unoccupied room two floors up in the same building. She couldn't guarantee that I wouldn't get a roommate later but she did guarantee that Steve would quickly end up with the worst possible replacement roommate she could find. This was music to my ears. 

The rest of the morning was spent moving my stuff up two floors. I really didn't have all that much so it didn't take too long. Dragging myself to my classes was a lot harder than I would have liked though. It had been a long night and an even longer morning. 

By the end of the day I was dead tired and more than ready to call it an early night in my new digs. 

My last thought as I nodded off to sleep was that she had looked to be about 5'4 when she walked away and that her ass was damn near perfect.

I'm a guy, so sue me... 

Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 02



Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing. 

Chapter 2: Bree Again

The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. I kept an eye out for Bree but didn't see her. I heard through the grapevine that Steve ended up with a rather unpleasant hygienically challenged roommate and I even got a vaguely apologetic text from Jen, something about 'it just happened'. I got a bit of ribbing from my friends about getting dumped for the likes of Steve, but it was all in good fun and frankly I was so intrigued by the mystery that was Bree that I didn't really mind. 

Not that I think I would have minded all that much anyway. The fact of the matter was that I'd made a science of the 3-4 month relationship over the last few years. Hell let's be honest and just expand that to cover my entire dating history. There were girls I'd liked, a number I hadn't, and a very few I might have been able to love. But nothing that lasted and certainly nothing that would hurt too much on the back end. My goal was to have company in the morning, a few good times in between, and no complications along the way. 

Thursday night found me in the cafeteria for a late dinner. I caught a glimpse of Bree sitting back in the corner. She was dressed in jeans and a baggy shirt with her hair back in a pony tail, sitting by herself and picking at a salad. She looked up as I walked over and it seemed like her face couldn't decide between a smile and a frown- She finally landed on something that had a bit of both in it. 

"Ty, sorry about the horror movie impression the other morning. Needless to say I'm not a morning person."

I wondered if she'd thought about that line ahead of time, because I'd certainly given my response some thought over the last few days. 

"No worries, I'm well aware of how I look in the morning. Most girls run away rather than walk, so you did all right in my book."

That got a smile so I decided to press my luck and asked if I could sit down. She just nodded. 

"So how have you been this week?" I asked. 

"Well enough," she said "Just trying to get in the swing of things. It's been two months and you'd think I would have it all figured out by now but I guess not."

"I wouldn't sweat that if I were you, I'm on year 3 and I still don't have everything figured out." I said with a grin. 

This got a small smile. We talked for a bit longer as she finished her food. I eventually asked her what she was doing this weekend. Studying seemed to be on her agenda, I didn't get the impression that she got out that much. 

She asked me what I was doing for the weekend and I think she expected to hear something about a party or some such. She seemed a bit surprised when I told her I'd be spending most of it working. She was even more surprised when I mentioned I had two jobs. I then had to explain that my mom wasn't able to help with school and that I worked a couple of days a week at as small auto repair shop and also picked up hours at a local liquor store as often as I could to make ends meet. This inevitably led me to explain that I'd tried an apartment last year with some friends but had to move back into the dorm to keep expenses down. Ah, the life of a poor college student.

We chatted for a while longer. She'd long since finished eating but she was obviously staying to keep me company as I finished my food. I guess we'd made some progress from screaming and running away. 

We ended up chatting for an hour and I never did finish my dinner. 

She eventually looked up at the clock with a start.

"What is it with me losing track of time with you? I've gotta run, I'm supposed to be at the library right now!"

"Well I'm done here and need to head to the gym soon, how about I walk you there?"

She frowned for just a second and I was afraid she was going to say no. 

"I suppose that wont hurt anything. I'll need to go grab my bag though." she said, still with that frown. 

"How about I meet you at your room in 10 minutes and we can go from there?"

She nodded, gave me her room number and we went our separate ways. 

Ten minutes later I'd grabbed my gym bag and was knocking on her door. I was greeted by a Bree I'd never seen before- Expressionless and brusque.

She was still dressed in jeans and a baggy sweat shirt though she'd done something with her hair. I had yet to see her wear any makeup short of some lip gloss and tonight was no different. 

I was taken back to her face the first night I met her. Clearly something was wrong.

The reason was immediately obvious as she opened the door a bit further. Her roommate was sprawled out on her bed, with her head in the lap of some guy. Both were obviously worked up and the fact that Bree and I were right there didn't seem to do much to deter them from getting more worked up. Oh they were 'polite' enough to stop any overt petting with us right there. But it was obvious that some cloths were coming off as soon as we left. 

The guy was standard frat issue, while Bree's roommate looked like she stepped out of central casting. Blonde hair, blue eyes, you know the drill. They looked like Ken and Barbie. 

The roommate was obviously surprised to see me at the door. She turned her head to Bree and absently brushed the frat guys hand away from her breast while quipping "Is that a boy Bree? Summer is going to be soooo disappointed!"

Bree didn't say a word as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. 

We stood there for a second as she visibly tried to pull herself together. I just smiled and said "You should have told me you were living with Steve's equally clueless twin sister. I could have invited Jen along to keep her company."

She giggled, which was new and thoroughly pleasant, took a deep breath, and said "Thanks!" before walking on down the hall. 

"So is your roommate always such a bitch?"

She smiled a bit sadly this time. "I'm afraid so, seems to be a lot of crappy roommates floating around this place. Sarah's usually just annoying but I cant stand it when she brings boys back to the room. I'm not comfortable with it and she just doesn't seem to care. She was nice enough until I started to push her on the boy thing, now she's a bitch about almost everything and I swear she brings them by just to make me uncomfortable. I stay in my friend Summer's room whenever I can, but that leads to a whole different set of problems."

"Problems?" 

"Problems as in Summer plays for the other team and... and... well I don't spend much time with boys..." 

This last was said with a slightly sad look in my direction. 

I'd love to say I said something clever and played the whole thing off, but I'm afraid that's not what happened. What happened is that it felt like someone had sucker punched me, both figuratively and literally, though the later may have been because I was so surprised I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face!

She stood there for a second in shock before we both burst out laughing. Her eyes lit up and her face just transformed. We sat there and laughed much longer than the situation really deserved, but it felt good and I wasn't about to cut the moment short. She eventually reached down and helped me up. I brushed myself off and just stood there grinning at her for a second or two. 

I mean really, what do you say?

I finally settled on, "Well, that wasn't one of my better moments, no offense but I never really got that other team vibe from you..."

She bit her lip and just looked at me. Damn, is there anything this girl does that isn't fucking gorgeous? 

She eventually said in a very small voice "I didn't say that I actually played for the other team, but folks talk and frankly its easier if they think I do. I'm not really comfortable around boys anymore. Things are just easier with Summer and her friends, plus they're good people."

I was a bit surprised at how relieved I felt. 

"Well stop with the scaring me like that girl!" I said as we got into the elevator. 

We chatted all the way to the library and she almost seemed disappointed when I left her at the door.

I was a halfway to the gym before I realized that was the first time she'd actually touched me. 



Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 03



Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing.

Chapter 3: Back to the Couch

You know that whole game where you aren't supposed to seem too interested? You know the one where you pretend like you're too cool for a girl you know is probably too cool for you? The one where you make sure you're just nice enough to be likeable but not quite nice enough to make them really comfortable around you? Well according to the rules of that game I shouldn't have found myself walking back to the library after my workout.

Now I'm usually pretty good at that game, hell I even found it fun most of the time. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to pull that shit with Bree. Part of it was that she just seemed so fragile, but a big part of it was that I just didn't really feel like waiting another 4 days before I saw her again.

I don't suppose there was any real chance that I'd see her, it's a big library after all, but I couldn't help but hope as I walked in and looked around.

She wasn't anywhere to be found on the first floor so I decided to go upstairs. I was surprised at how disappointed I was when I didn't see her there either.

This as much as anything else convinced me that I needed to stop with the stalking and get some work done, so I sat down and started to study.

Maybe a half an hour later a rather striking girl sat down in front of me and started staring at me. I looked up and am pretty sure I did a double take. Not because of the nose and lip piecing or the edge of the tattoo that peaked out from the neck of her shirt, not because of her long black hair or her faintly oriental features, not even because of the long legs in skin tight jeans. Not that any of that wasn't worth a double take, but it was her intent look that really threw me for a loop.

So this is how a mouse feels.

I was trying to decide between 'do I know you' and 'can I help you' when she suddenly said "So you're Ty?"

'Do I know you' it is I guess.

I tried for a friendly smile as I said the requisite line, she returned the smile but it didn't really reach her eyes.

"Not really, though you do know Bree. We're around the corner and she saw you when you came in, so I figured I'd come by and meet the mysterious Ty."

Suddenly things made a bit more sense, this was the once over from the best friend. I couldn't quite hide my grin as I realized that Bree must have talked about me at least a little bit.

"Well I am Ty, though I'm not entirety sure if I qualify as mysterious." I said.

She looked intently back at me and raised an eyebrow. "Oh you're mysterious all right. She's probably said more words to you over the last week than she's said to all the guys she's met since she started school this year."

Now I couldn't hide my shock. "You're kidding me?" I said.

She shook her head. "Nope, you be real careful with my friend if you want to get through this year with your balls intact, capiche?"

She finally cracked a smile as I started to laugh. I was getting the impression that Summer and I would get along just fine.

I didn't get a chance to reply. As we were interrupted by Bree saying Summer's name. We both turned around to see her coming around the corner. She stopped with the most priceless look on her face, then I swear she stamped her foot. I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing, and so did Summer. Bree struggled to look mad but a laugh won out.

We got a few dirty looks for all the noise and I almost burst out laughing again at Bree's attempts to look angry as she walked over.

She sat down next to me, putting her hand on my back as she did. Summer's eyes got wide at that, though I don't think Bree noticed.

Bree looked at me with a slight smile and said, "So, what are you doing here?"

She then looked at Summer and said ominously, "...and what exactly are you doing here? Bathroom my ass!"

I could hardly hold back another laugh. Summer had the courtesy to look at least a little sheepish at being caught. She then got up with a slow smile and announced, "My work here is done, I think I'll leave you guys to it now."

She had a sassy little bounce to her step as she walked away.

Bree was pretty much all grin now, and she graced me with a cute little fake sigh. "You may as well join us, I'll never hear the end of it if you don't."

I just smiled as I grabbed my bag and my book and said, "After you," with a wave of her arm.

We walked over to her table where Summer had already sat down next to another girl. Bree introduced her as Summers 'significant other', Tammy. She had medium length brown hair and couldn't have been more than 5ft tall, her breasts probably weren't enormous in the larger scheme of things but on her they looked huge. She was wearing a little sun dress of some sort and a ratty pair of Birkenstocks. The whole package just screamed hippie chick and earthy goodness. I had to admit that Summer and her made an interesting pair. Appearance wise there were about as mismatched as could be, but I'd soon find out just how well their personalities meshed.

Tammy said "Hi." I returned the favor and sat down next to Bree. Summer and Tammy were both sitting across from us. I felt a bit outnumbered, then again what guy in his right mind is going to complain about being surrounded by three beautiful women?   

There was a bit of banter here and there but everyone eventually settled down to study for a while. I'd catch Bree looking over at me now and again, though maybe it was her catching me sneaking glances at her and not the other way around.

She was looking right at me when I felt something rub my leg, I couldn't help but jump a bit as I looked over across the table. Summer stifled a grin as she moved her foot away. Bree peaked under the table and gave Summer a glare and a little finger wag.

A few minutes later I about jumped out of my chair as a foot rubbed up against my other leg. This time Tammy grinned as she moved her foot away from mine.

Have you ever tried to study while two hot lesbians played footsie with you under the table? Well it starts out as a fun little game, but it gets awfully hard to concentrate after a while.

Fortunately Summer and Jenny's feet eventually moved on to tormenting each other rather than me, even though I think we all enjoyed it too much to really call it torment.

I'd finally settled down to do a bit of real studying when I felt a foot run along my leg, except that Summer and Tammy were back to studying now and the foot hadn't come from across the table. I looked up to find Bree immersed in her book, as innocent as can be. She really had quite the poker face, but her eyes sparkled when she looked up at me.

She looked just about as happy as I'd ever seen her.

The walk back to the dorm was uneventful, if entertaining. Summer and Tammy walked arm in arm and kept up a steady banter the whole way. Bree chimed in now and again and I just sort of hung back and enjoyed the spectacle not to mention the view. Both Summer and Tammy gave us quick goodbyes before making a beeline for Tammy's room as soon as we got to the dorm. I'm afraid I was a bit quiet as I walked Bree to her room. But the whole question of to kiss or not to kiss her goodnight was driving me crazy. I swear I hadn't felt this nervous about putting the moves on a girl since I was in grade school.

Actually it wasn't so much the question of whether I should kiss her or not, as I knew I shouldn't. For whatever reason, Bree was clearly uncomfortable around boys, and I knew I'd be pushing my luck to kiss her. But I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was this nervous about just giving a girl a hug at her door. What was I, eight years old?

Fortunately, the whole problem solved itself as soon as we got to her room, as the door had a real honest to goodness 'do not disturb' sign on it. Not that such was necessary since you could hear a bed banging against the wall and the occasional moan from inside. Subtle, Bree's roommate was not.

Bree's face fell as we got closer to the room and she was clearly at a bit of a loss. I, meanwhile, was doing a virtual fist pump inside my head. Not only had the whole question of to hug or not to hug been rendered moot, but it also looked like our evening didn't have to end.

She put a good face on things and said, "Looks like I'm doing some more studying tonight."

"Care to make that a we?" I asked.

Her face lit up. "I've got just the place," she said with a smile.

We ended up back in the same corner of the same lounge we'd first met at. No crying this time, though, and I even got to sit down on the same couch with her. I think we were both pretty much done with studying at this point, so the books didn't come out. Instead, we lounged on the couch and chatted. The conversation came just as easily as before and eventually the subject made its way over to music. I listen to just about everything, jazz, classical, pop, classic rock, you name it. But I have a special place in my heart for girls with good voices, twangy rock, and British pop tarts. She gave me no end of shit about all three with special emphasis on the pop tarts. I, on the other hand, got to give her a hard time about never hearing Miles Davis nor knowing much about many modern groups. I was pleasantly surprised to find she had a love for 70's Rock though. She talked about Pink Floyd and Zeppelin like they were the latest thing. It was really rather endearing.

The irony of her having a special place in her heart for Zeppelin vs. my pop tart thing was not lost on her.

"So big tough you likes girlie music while little miss cheerleader over here likes classic rock. Seems like a bit of a role reversal to me. I think we may have to pull your guy card," she teased.

Now, I'm not much of a tough guy and Bree certainly didn't strike me as the cheerleader type, not that she wasn't pretty enough or anything - just that she was a bit too withdrawn to really fit the role. Then again I really didn't know much about her history so who knows? Either way, I felt the need to justify my love of a good English accent.

"Well, I have to admit a love for the accent, there's just something about a hint of an accent that really does it for me... " I trailed off a bit there and gave her what I hoped was a subtle look. Maybe not subtle enough though, as she blushed.

"... Anyway, I also like the fact that they tend to be just a bit naughty, but a more refined naughty that you seem to find in American pop. Plus, I'm a lyrics guy and they tend to do some clever things with language." By this point she was looking at me like I was absolutely off my rocker and was clearly fighting not to laugh.

"I guess I over analyzed that a bit now, didn't I?"

A quiet little laugh escaped her at this. I finally gave up and reached for my phone. "Here, listen to this."

I scrolled through my playlists till I found Kate Nash's Foundations. God, I love the first few piano notes in that song. Anyway, we listened to the song with the occasional interjection on my part when we got to a place that I liked. The songs essentially about a couple who keep doing horrible, if funny, things to one another with the chorus being: 'My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations, and I know that I should let go but I cant'

Once it finished, I turned the volume down, but let the playlist keep going. "I love that song, the tune is just infectious, and the story is funny if a bit messed up. The thing is, I can never figure out if the whole fingertip metaphor is about someone trying to hold onto something that's messed up or if it's actually about someone not letting go of the bad things and making something messed up in the first place. Is it about someone who can't let go of something that's already bad, or is it about someone undermining something that's otherwise good?"

It's usually at this point that the girl is looking at me like I'm crazy or is otherwise bored out of her mind. Not Bree, though. She just had a thoughtful look and then asked me to play the song again.

After another listen she cocked her head to one side and said softly, "They're both in it for the cracks. They treat each other badly so it won't be too good. The cracks give them a way out and make it less painful when it ends..." She trailed off when she got to the part about things ending.

Wow. Speechless- that was me.

Okay, not really, but almost.

"So what's your opinion on cracks, Ms. Harper?" I said equally softly.

She looked at me intently and said "Overrated."

She relaxed back on the couch and stretched out a bit so that her leg was within reach and I found myself rubbing her foot and calf without even really thinking about it. She tensed up for the briefest moments before she leaned back with a sigh and told me how good it felt. We shifted around a bit and ended up stretched out on opposite sides of the couch with our legs all tangled up in the middle as I rubbed her legs and feet. I was careful not to go too far above the knees, though I confess I was really hoping she'd tell me to do her thighs as well. No such luck though, so I struggled to be nice and not push things. She never really got around to returning the favor, though after a bit her hands were resting on my legs and her fingers were inscribing idle little circles here and there.

Now, I've never really thought about feet as being particularly sexy, though I suppose I've always appreciated a well turned leg. But between footsie at the library earlier and now this, I was giving serious thought to developing a minor foot fetish.

"So, what's your favorite song?" she asked after a while.

"That's a hard one. Depends on my mood and what the song category is."

"Song category?" she asked, with the question mark obvious in her voice.

"You know, song category- love song, happy song, dance song, studying song, driving song, etc..."

That got a raised eyebrow. I think she was starting to clue in on exactly how seriously I took my tunes.

"Okay, favorite driving song"

"That's an easy one," I said. "Radar Gun by the Bottle Rockets. How about you?"

She thought for a second and then said "Radar Love by Golden Earring," with a just a hint of mischief in her voice.

That got a laugh from me. "Hey! Stop what with the copying, girl!"

She ignored my feigned outrage.

"How about dance songs?" she asked.

"That's a tough one, I'm not much of a dancer. It doesn't fit with my tough guy image."

"Like the British pop tarts do?" she quipped back.

I supposed she had me there. Damn, but my face hurt from all this smiling.

"So, does your face hurt?" - It was out before I really thought about it.

She actually brought both her hands up to her cheeks on that one and blushed a bit. She looked a little surprised, maybe even a little disbelieving.

"You know, it really does. Yours too?"

"Yep, I'm not complaining though."

"I suppose I can't either, then. So back to our music, I kinda like this game. You owe me a dance tune."

She wasn't letting me off the hook on that one I guess.

I thought for a second.

"I gotta go with the Chicken Dance, its been a favorite since a grade school dance with Kelly Zinkin. You?"

"Whatever smartass... you don't get to hear mine if you won't tell me yours. How about love songs?"

That one was easy.

" Tie between Collarbone by Poi Dog Pondering and Thirteen by Ben Kweller."

"I haven't heard of either one of those. Are ties even allowed?" she asked.

"Not normally, but this category is a special exception. Plus, they're just that good. The Poi song has this line in it: 'The only thing that speaks the truth is the eloquence of passing time, the spoken word is a jacket too tight' and the Ben Kweller song pretty much tells you how that eloquently passing time should be spent. They're a pair and since the category is love songs I think it's appropriate that they come as a couple."

She gave me an appraising look and then asked me to play them for her so I pulled them up on my phone. We started with Collarbone and followed with Thirteen. Now the former is a pretty upbeat, if thoughtful, song, but the latter is just haunting. It pretty much describes the ideal relationship; the melody is soft and rather sad, while the lyrics describe perfection - or rather a series of perfect moments. The whole thing ends with the line 'It was in the back of a taxi where you told me you loved me... and I wasn't alone'.

She teared up a bit as the song ended and simply said, "That's beautiful."

I just nodded. God only knows how many times I'd listened to this song, but it still got to me.

"Do you think it's real? Do you think that really happens?" she asked.

"I don't know. People disappoint you, you know? Stuff happens, things change. Kinda makes you wonder if there really is forever..."

At this she nodded emphatically. She didn't seem to want to say anything though.

Neither did I, and with anyone else I wouldn't have, but with her?

The thought of 'with her' made me smile.

"Sure would be nice if there was though, wouldn't it? How can you not want that?" I said softly.

She just nodded again and for the briefest moments her hand reached out and touched mine.

We sat listening to music for a while as I rubbed her feet, neither really talking much aside from the occasional comment here and there. She fell asleep soon after, laying there on the other side of the couch. I have no idea how long I sat looking at her before I nodded off myself - all the while wondering at how beautiful, how peaceful, how absolutely perfect she looked.



Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 04



Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing. 

Chapter 4: Bree and Ty have their first date. 

I woke to find her looking at me intently from her side of the couch. It was hard to place her expression, though there was the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

The sun was just raising and her hair almost looked red in the morning light. Our legs were still tangled together and our hands were barely touching. We'd just spent most of the night on a rather uncomfortable couch, but it was a remarkably pleasant way to wake up. 

"This couch is turning into my favorite place. Did you sleep okay" I said as I lost my fight with a morning yawn.

She just nodded and then got a crafty look on her face. 

"I could use some breakfast, but do you think you could help me with something first?" she asked. 

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" 

"How about we go wake up my room-mate so that I can get a few things from my room?"

The crafty look was still there as she started to extricate her legs from mine and got up off the couch. I did the same and gathered up my bag, grabbing hers at the same time. I made a little bowing gesture and let her lead the way.

The 'Do Not Disturb' sign was still on her door when we arrived. She pulled it off the door and tossed it down the hall before unlocking it. She then bounced into the room with a spring in her step I'd never seen before. I followed to find her room-mate and the frat clone sprawled out on the bed. They were mostly covered but the roomie had a rather nice breast poking out one side of the sheet. 

Of course I looked, I'm a guy, remember?

Bree proceeded to grab a bag and started throwing a few cloths into it. She wasn't making much effort to be quiet and her roommate cracked an eye. She started to make a nasty comment to Bree, she spied me and cut herself off in mid sentence with little yelp as she pulled the sheets around herself. This in turn exposed frat clone who by this point had started to wake up as well. He reached for some sheet to cover himself, pulling it off of her in the process. The resulting fight for covers was pretty damn funny and I couldn't figure out if they were yelling more at each other or at us. By this time Bree had gotten her bag packed and had grabbed her shower kit as well. She had the biggest smile on her face as she walked by, grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. She continued to hold my hand as we walked down the hall without closing the door behind us. It slammed a few seconds later muffling the yelling that was still going on between Barbie and Ken. 

Bree gave my hand a quick squeeze before letting go as she looked up at me and simply burst out laughing. I joined her as we walked down the hall, she lead me into the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. She waited till after the doors closed before leaning against the wall and wiping a few tears from her eyes. 

"That felt so good. I should have done that a month ago!" she exclaimed. 

"It was pretty fun. Don't think you made any friends there though."

"Don't think I had any there to start with," she responded with a rueful smile. 

I couldn't disagree with that. 

"So why are we heading to my floor?" I asked. 

"Well, I need to put my stuff someplace while I wait for Summer to wake-up, don't I?" was her matter of fact response. 

"My, my aren't we a little presumptuous this morning?" I said, though I made sure to smile as I did so. 

"Not usually, but with you I'm considering making an exception"

"Why Ms. Harper, are you calling me exceptional?" I quipped. 

"The jury's still out Mr..." she trailed off there towards the end as she realized she didn't know my last name. The associated blush was a thing of beauty. 

"Well, seeing as we've spent the night together twice now I suppose I can introduce myself. Tyler Ryan Knox, at your service," I said this last with a slight bow and what I hoped was an ironic tone.

Bree blushed a bit more and then did a rather respectable courtesy. 

"Brianna Lynn Harper at yours, kind sir."

We dropped her stuff in my room and headed down to grab a long leisurely breakfast as we waited till she thought Summer would be awake. We eventually headed back up to my room and she picked up her stuff and headed to Summers to grab a shower and get ready for her day. 

I was surprised at how sad I was to see her go. 

The rest of my day was non-eventful other than a few extra coffee breaks at work to make up for the lack of sleep the night before. I met my friend Rachel for lunch and got grilled on the Jen thing. I wasn't quite ready to talk about Bree yet so I kept my late night couch encounters to myself. 

I spent most of the weekend working, and didn't see Bree at all, but when I got back to my room on Sunday afternoon I found a note from her asking if I wanted to meet 'everyone' at the library to study. She had nice, neat girl's hand writing, and had signed her name with a flourish and a little stylized flower next to it. I smiled all the way over to the library. 

That pretty much set the tone for the next few weeks. Bree and I managed to study together each night, sometimes with Summer and Tammy, sometimes just the two of us. We'd end each night chatting for a few hours on what I'd come to think of as 'our' couch before heading to our respective beds. 

Speaking of Bree's bed, things had deteriorated with Bree's roommate to the point where Bree wasn't spending any time in her room. Summer was spending most nights with Tammy and Bree was using Summers bed. Fortunately Summers roommate, Grace, was pretty patient about the whole thing, though I got the impression that the situation wasn't really sustainable for anyone involved. 

Spending this much time with Bree made me realize what an exception I was. You see Bree and boys just didn't mix. I never saw her touch a man directly; she'd tense up and pull away at even the hint of contact with a guy. Her tone changed when she talked to them, becoming cold and aloof. She always managed to sit far as possible from any men in the room and she was clearly uncomfortable in situations when she had to interact with them. 

I saw her coldly shoot down any number of guys who tried to chat her up. Bree was simply not comfortable around boys.

I was the exception. She was constantly touching me on the hand or arm, playing footsie with me under the table, or otherwise just being close to me. Every once in a while there was a hint of the scared little girl I'd seen that first night. She'd tense up or otherwise pull away from me for no apparent reason, but by and large she seemed remarkably comfortable when I was around. 

Now I'm not entirely dense. I had a pretty good idea of the general reasons why Bree might act this way, even though I hadn't pressed her for the specifics. It clearly had something to do with the portions of high school she didn't mention, and her family, which she also still avoided talking about. I figured she'd tell me about it when she was ready. In the meantime I was immensely complimented that I was the exception to her boy thing. I know it's silly, but simply seeing the difference in the way she treated me verses other guys was profound. I mean, some girls flirt with you and do other things to tell you they might possibly like you, but there was just no doubt after seeing Bree's reaction to other guys that I was singular. I was her one exception. I don't think I've ever been paid a higher compliment and I doubt I ever will. 

After a few weeks of spending most of my spare time hanging out with Bree I was pretty much hooked. We still hadn't done more than hold hands now and again, but the conversations just kept getting better and better. It amazed me how comfortable I felt around her and my continued status as the only guy she was comfortable with gave me what I can only describe as a warm fuzzy feeling. I kept this last to myself as there had already been threats around pulling my guy card over the British pop thing. 

Wednesday of the second week rolled around and I decided to change the script a bit. I knew Bree and Summer caught lunch at the union between classes on Wednesdays so I walked over around noon to see if I could catch her. I eventually found them both in a booth over in the corner of the dining area. Bree smiled as I a walked over while Summer just smirked. I'd texted her earlier to make sure they'd be there and to ask if she'd give us a moment alone.

What, you think I'd leave something like this to chance and not get the best friend to help me? Please, Mrs. Knox's boy wasn't born yesterday!

"How are you guys doing today?" I asked as I walked up.

Brees face lit up. "Ty, what are you doing here?"

Summer managed to answer before I could. 

"He's keeping my seat warm while I take our trays back," she said as she got up and walked away with the remains of their lunch. 

"I knew there was a reason why I came by," I said as I sat down. 

Bree just smiled "So what really brings you here?"

Might as well pull the band aid off quick, no point in drawing this out. 

"Well, I was kinda hoping you might be free for dinner tonight."

"Dinner!" Bree actually squeaked when she said the word. Clearly I'd surprised her, hopefully in a good way. 

"Uhhhh, sure. What did you have in mind?" she continued sheepishly. 

"How about I surprise you? Does 6:30 work?" 

She just nodded her head quickly at this and I just couldn't stop my face from breaking out into a huge grin. She looked happy and nervous all at the same time. Have I mentioned yet how cute this girl is? 

"Good, see you then!" I said as I got up. I made a point of running my hand along hers as I did so. 

Yeah, I know I said I wasn't going to play those games with Bree, but just because I wasn't playing didn't mean I wasn't going to keep things interesting for her. 

I passed Summer as I walked away, I'm sure she could see by the grin on my face that things had gone well. She then ruined my exit by pinching my ass we passed each other. I could hear Bree bust up laughing as I jumped. Rico Suave, that was me. 

Summer texted me an hour or so later while I was at class. 

'You have to dress up and make sure you take her someplace nice'

'Thanks mom' was all I could think after reading it. Though I had to admit the dress up part was an inspired idea. Wish I'd thought of that.

I skipped my last class that day to wash the car and get cleaned up. I opted for khaki's and a nice button down shirt rather than my normal ratty shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. I don't know that I really clean up all that well, but at least it was a contrast with my haphazard approach to dressing most days. Eventually 6:30 rolled around and I found myself knocking on Summers door. 

My eyes about popped out of my head when Bree answered the door. Gone were the baggy shorts, jeans, and t-shirts. Not to mention the sweatshirts and pony tail she normally favored. In their place was a nice skirt that just barely touched her knees, a blouse that showed an entirely unexpected amount of cleavage, and just a hint of makeup. She'd done something with her hair and I don't have words for how nice her lips looked with a bit of red lipstick on them. I mean I knew she was cute, but the girl answering the door was literally one of the hottest women I'd ever seen. 

"Wow," was all I could think to say. 

This got me a smile. Now perhaps I've mentioned how nice Bree's smiles are, but this was something else entirely. I found myself standing there stupidly just smiling back at her. Somehow I was also holding both her hands, how the hell did that happen?

I was eventually brought back to reality by a muffled cough from inside the room and finally noticed Summer and Tammy sanding back in the room with huge grins on their faces. 

"You like?" asked Summer. 

She's a subtle one, that Summer. 

"I'm a lucky guy," was all I could think to say. Thankfully sometimes I get these things right despite myself. 

Bree's smile got bigger. "Yes you are, and don't you forget it!" she said. 

"Damn right," said Summer as Tammy started laughing. 

"Shall we ditch the peanut gallery and get some food?" I asked. 

"Sure," she said, giving both Summer and Tammy quick hugs before we walked down the hall hand in hand. 

The ride down in the elevator was interesting. There were a few other folks in there with us and Bree managed to tuck herself under my arm so that I was in-between her and the two other guys in there with us. She was soft and pleasant tucked in next to me with my arm around her. I gave her a quick squeeze and she returned the favor as she smiled up at me. Neither of us said much, I'm not sure what she was thinking and frankly I was still a bit stunned at how beautiful she looked tonight. I'm not normally bashful around girls, but this new Bree really threw me for a loop. Out of my league didn't even begin to describe it. 

It didn't help that I was having to really struggle not to stare at her cleavage. I was used to seeing her in t-shirts or sweatshirts and while I knew she wasn't exactly small up top, knowing that and seeing that were two entirely different things. Bree was a nice size C cup and she had picked a blouse that was clearly designed to not let me forget that. I'm usually pretty good at actually talking to a woman's face rather than her cleavage, but it was going to be a real struggle to do so tonight. 

We walked out of the dorm hand in hand and I led her over to my car. Now Bree knew I had a car, she even knew it was an 'old' mustang, but I've never really talked about it otherwise. So I think she was a bit surprised when I led her up to a beautiful burgundy 1967 Mustang Coupe and opened the door for her. 

She got a funny look on her face as we approached the car.

"An 'old' mustang, Ty? I was thinking some cheesy 90's something or other, not a muscle car. You've been holding out on me." she said with a hint of reproach. 

I'm sure I had a rather big grin on my face as I let her tuck herself into the passenger seat and closed the door for her. I'm a bit proud of my baby. 

Once I'd gotten into the drivers seat I looked over and asked innocently, "You like?"

"I like, now spill, where'd you get this car?" she said, with a laugh and maybe a little exasperation at how I was dragging things out. 

"Well, I've had her since I was 16. She started out as a straight 6 with a 3 speed manual. My uncle and I did a frame up on her. Dropped in a 351 Cleveland and a C6 Automatic, along with a new front end, new rear end. The interior is pretty much stock but we soda blasted the body and gave her new paint and chrome. She's my baby," I said with a hint of pride as I patted the dash. Too much detail I know and it totally broke the don't talk about yourself too much rule, but I really love my car. 

"She?" asked Bree. 

"She," I said, just a bit sheepishly. 

"Well, I understood about half of what you said, but 'she's' certainly beautiful. If I'd known there was another woman in your life though, I don't know that I would have agreed to dinner. Have you told her about our time on the couch yet?" This last was said with an impish little smile. 

"Shhhh," I said with a laugh in my voice "You might make her jealous!"

She started to laugh and then gave a little yelp at the noise as I started the car. Uncle Carl and I had put a fairly aggressive cam in the 351 when we rebuilt it and the car only had shorty glass packs for mufflers. My baby spoke with authority. 

I eased the car out of the parking spot and started on down the road.

I kept my eyes on the road and didn't look over at Bree as I said, just loud enough for her to hear, "She's my baby, but I'm beginning to suspect that someone else may be my girl."

Her hand found mine and I peeked over just in time to see her smile.

"I surprised you drive it or even keep it at school. It seems too nice for our parking lot"

"Everyone gives me a hard time about that, but I just can't bear to keep her in the garage all the time. What's the point of owning something like this if you don't drive it? I'll put it in the shed at moms when it gets cold enough to salt the roads, but until then I'll force myself to ignore the occasional door ding and just enjoy her." 

"So where are you taking me?" she asked, all happy and curious now. 

"How does The Paradise Cafe sound?" I responded. 

The Paradise Cafe was arguably the best place to eat downtown and her appreciative, "Yum," told me I'd made a good choice. 

Dinner was wonderful. The food was great and we shared a nice bottle of wine, but it was the company that really made the evening. I swear every eye in the place was on Bree as we walked in. She simply owned the place as she glided over to our table. As the night progressed she seemed so happy I swear she started to glow. We chatted and we laughed and generally enjoyed the hell out of each other's company. Our legs were rubbing up against each other under the table and I think we both ate with one hand because we held hands across the table for almost the entire meal. 

Once dinner ended we found ourselves walking aimlessly downtown. Peering into windows and generally people watching. I don't know that either of us was tipsy from the wine, but we were certainly tipsy from something. We ran laughing out of the Eldridge Hotel after playing in the fountain. We made fun of the silly drunk folks walking between bars and generally had a great time walking hand in hand down the street. 

We eventually found ourselves in a park sitting on the swings. We weren't swinging mind you, just sitting and idly swaying from side to side, hand in hand, talking. One of those perfect moments you can never plan. She was laughing about something or other but she suddenly stopped as I slowly leaned over and kissed her. There was just the slightest hesitation and then she just melted. Her lips opened up and the tips of our tongues met, I pulled her up out of the swing and we found ourselves standing there under the stars molded up against each other. I kept giving her lips little nips with my teeth and she made a sound halfway between a growl and a moan. 

I swear I've had sex with some girls that was less exciting that just kissing Bree that night. She tasted sweet, her hair smelled of Jasmine, and I just couldn't get enough of her. 

We alternated between soft and hard, tongue and no tongue. We teased each other with little nips here and there, and at one point I pulled back her hair and slowly kissed her neck up to her ear and ended up having to hold her up as her knees gave out. 

I have no idea how long it lasted but it was simply perfect.

We finally came up for air and I drank her in with my eyes as her face pulled away from mine. She was flushed, her lips were just a bit puffy, and her hair was in disarray. I officially had a new definition of sexy. 

She looked up at me all wide eyed and flushed with an absolutely contented smile. 

"You know what we need?" she asked softly.

I could think of any number of things I needed right now, with her of course topping the list. I think I may have managed to whisper, "What?" in reply. Though I'm not really sure. It had been one hell of a kiss. 

"Our couch!" she exclaimed in a happy voice, pulling me along in the direction the car was parked.

I'm afraid we didn't make very good time getting there though, seeing as I kept pushing her up against random walls for short little make out sessions along the way. It didn't get any better once we got to the car either, though it was her grabbing me for a kiss there, rather than the other way around. I'm amazed we pulled apart long enough for me to get the damn thing started and drive us back over to the dorms. 




Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 04



Eventually we made it there though and we soon found ourselves cuddled up in 'our' couch. This time she leaned up against me as we sat and there and chatted and kissed. Her cleavage became especially distracting at this point as I had an almost perfect view down her shirt. I could see the genital curve of her breasts and her impossibly flat stomach. There is no way she couldn't know the effect she had on me, leading back against me as she was. Especially given that pretty much every time she turned her head around for a kiss she'd wiggle herself against me. It was wonderful and absolutely maddening, all at the same time.

Bree was clearly enjoying teasing me, but I also suspected it was a bit of a test to see if she could really trust me. So I was really making an effort to keep my hands from straying too far when we kissed, and I supposed I was doing a good enough job. Damn, it was tough though. 

It got tougher, or perhaps I should say harder, when she caught me enjoying the view. She turned herself slightly, reached up and hefted her breasts up in her hands, giving me the most sultry look as she asked, "Do you like the girls?"

All I could do was nod. 

The bedroom eyes went away, to be replaced with a bright little smile as she said "Good!" in a happy voice, blew me a little kiss, turned around, and leaned back into me. 

I'm lucky I didn't cum in my pants right there. Who the hell was this sexy little flirt and what the hell did she do with my shy little Bree?

Midnight rolled around soon after this and while it was still pretty early in the night for us, I found myself thinking rather seriously about our sleeping arrangements. I was half in love with this couch, but the idea of spending another night on it didn't appeal, but the idea of sending Bree to Summer's or, even worse, her own dorm room appealed even less. 

I really wanted to say something, but I couldn't find the words, so I just got up slowly took her hands, and pulled her along after me and headed for my room. We kissed in the elevator on the way up, but she hesitated as we started down the hallway towards my door. 

I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her very softly, pulled back a little and said equally softly,"I want to wake up with you again. I'll be good, and you'll be safe. I promise."

She hugged me so hard I was afraid she was going to break a rib or something. Then she started pulling me towards my room. 

We ended up falling into bed with our clothes still on and spent some indeterminate amount of time making out like teenagers before snuggling up to each other and falling asleep. 

I woke to Bree crying sometime later that night. These weren't the silent tears I'd seen that first night, but quiet sobs. We were still spooned up against one another so I rolled her around and put her head on my shoulder. She'd obviously been trying to hide them up to that point, but when I pulled her up against me, the sobs just started racking her body. I made little shushing noises and kissed the top of her head now and again, but mostly I just held her while she cried it out. Some while later she stopped sobbing and looked up at me with tears still in her eyes. 

"I'm so sorry. God, I'm so messed up!" and then promptly started crying into my shoulder again saying she was sorry over and over again. 


I shifted us around so that we were both on our sides facing each other, our noses just a few inches apart and shushed her again, this time with a kiss. She grabbed my head and mashed her lips into mine as our bodies came together. It felt like she was trying to squeeze away every little bit of space between us.

I tasted Bree and tears and smelled Jasmine. 

I searched her face as we finally broke the embrace, eventually looking deep into her eyes. 

"You never have to say you're sorry about this to me. Ever."

She started to say something but I shushed her again. 

"Ever!" I repeated myself.

" I'm not dumb, I know there's stuff you don't want to talk about. I know something happened. I can see how you are around boys. But I also know that you're not that way with me. Do you have any idea how special that makes me feel? You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and on my best day I never imagined being with someone like you. Hell, I never imagined someone like you even existed. But here you are. Every time you touch me I feel lucky, every time you talk to me when you won't talk to anyone else, every time you hide behind me in the elevator... " this last comment got a short little laugh from her. 

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world. So when you need to cry, I'll hold you and when you're ready to talk, I'll listen. But don't you dare say you're sorry!"

Have you ever seen a crying girl smile? Such a study in contrasts. She still had tears slowly rolling out of her eyes but she gave me this look that just melted me as a slow smile spread across her face. She leaned in and gave me a soft little kiss on the lips. Then snuggled up against me and said "Thank you" in a soft voice as she leaned her head on my shoulder. 

All the tension went out of her, and I swear she fell asleep not 2 minutes later with tears still on her cheeks and a smile still on her face.



Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 05



Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point if you're patient. Hope you enjoy the experience of reading as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Hats off to little_blonde_jug for her thoughtful editing. 

Chapter 5: Waking up to Bree

Waking up to Bree in a real bed was a rather pleasant experience. Not that waking up with Bree the last couple of times hadn't been, but to get to do it in a proper bed was a bit of a novelty.

Though I didn't want it to be -- a novelty that is. In fact, my first few thoughts that morning revolved around what I could do to make this a regular occurrence.

She was still asleep with her head on my shoulder and the rest of her all curled around me. So I gave the top of her head a few small kisses and just lay there and enjoyed having her close. I drifted in and out of sleep for a while until she eventually started to stir, which prompted another few kisses before I whispered "Good morning," in her ear. Apparently that tickled, since she wiggled rather pleasantly before turning her head so she could look at me. She gave a cute little yawn and then kissed me on the nose before replying with a contented little sigh. 

I absently stroked her back as we lay there and cuddled. Not talking, just enjoying the company and the morning. She'd give a sigh every now and again to which I'd invariability reply with a small kiss. 

"Did you sleep well?" she eventually asked. 

"Very, how about you?" I replied. 

I couldn't see her face, but I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, "Better than I have in a long time."

"Well then my work here is done," I said as I made like I was going to get out of bed. 

"You're not going to get away from me that easy Mister!" she said as she grabbed me in a surprisingly strong hung. 

I rolled over, looked her in the eye, and said, "Good!" very softly before kissing her. 

She kissed me back and her hug got even tighter. Whatever else either one of us was going to say was forgotten at that point as we spent the next half hour making out.

It was a Thursday and we both had class, so we eventually rolled out of bed to face the day. Bree went to Summer's room to get ready. I grabbed a quick shower and changed before meeting her downstairs for breakfast. We traded a kiss and spent the entire time in line holding hands or hugging. When we finally sat down our legs were touching under the table. When we walked to class we were hand in hand. 

That pretty much set the tone for the entire day. We had to part occasionally to go to different classes, but we always met each other afterwards, and it seemed we were always touching when we were together. I don't know about her, but I missed her when I was in class and couldn't wait to get back to her when it was done. The fact that she was always touching me, holding hands or stroking my arm idly drove me absolutely crazy. It's hard to describe how close I felt to her that day. I literally couldn't get enough of this girl and it certainly seemed like the feeling was mutual. We spent the entire day with each other. After dinner we ended up in my room listening to music, and studying, chatting constantly and taking frequent study breaks usually involving heavy make out sessions that I'd come to think of as our 'teenage' moments. 

Later in the evening, Bree came up for air after one of those moments. She looked up at me and announced she needed to go over to Summer's for a bit. 

"Shall I walk you over there?" I asked. 

I think the surprise showed in my face when she gave me a quick "No."

Her face softened and she gave me a mysterious little smile.

"Don't worry silly boy, I'll be back!" she said with a wink. 

She'd been gone maybe an hour before I started to worry a bit at how much I missed her. Remember the short relationship thing? Well pining over a girl was really not my thing. Come to think of it, running around and holding hands all day wasn't my thing either. Frankly I was surprised and a bit uncomfortable at how I was reacting to this woman. It had been years since I'd let myself care enough about anyone to really miss them. Yet here I was, sitting there and getting worked up about her mysteriously disappearing for an hour.

It was crazy; it didn't in the least fit with my self-image. But here I was having what amounted to a panic attack that a girl I barely knew, a girl that I wasn't even officially dating, might leave me. 

It's the idea of her disappearing that that really started to throw me. That was the problem with really caring about something or someone, now wasn't it? They always left you, they always disappeared. What was I thinking letting myself get so attached to someone so quickly? Hell, what was I doing letting myself get so attached to anyone at all? What was I going to do when she left? What... 

My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Bree standing there and everything was suddenly okay. She was holding a bag in front of her and she raised it up, tilting her head as if she was asking a question. I grabbed the bag with one hand and her with the other, pulling her into the room. She started to say something, but I interrupted her with a kiss as I kicked the door closed and pushed her up against the wall. I closed my eyes and just drank in the smell and the taste of her, the feel of her breasts pushing up against my chest, the sounds of her soft moans as we kissed. 

Who knows how long we leaned there and kissed? - long enough for the hungry kisses we started with to settle down into something tender and soft. 

I gave her one last kiss before pulling back a bit and looking deeply into her eyes. 

They twinkled as she said, "So I guess you missed me... "

Well, yeah, but I don't think I was really ready to talk about it yet. So I held up her bag and said matter of factly, "I think you need a drawer!" 

This got me a grin and a quick kiss. 

"What's with all this saying the right thing, you're gonna spoil me if you're not careful." she said after the kiss. 

"What's with all this doing the right thing, thing?" I asked back as I held the bag up. 

Her eyes got serious for just a moment and then the grin turned into the happiest smile. Her face just lit up. 

She grabbed me and gave me a hug, buried her face in my neck and whispered in my ear, "I was a little nervous about bringing some stuff over. Are you sure it's okay?"

"Okay?" I asked "Its not just okay, it's wonderful. Just try not to be gone so long next time. I missed ya!"

She hugged me harder at this. We eventually broke apart and I cleaned out some space for her in the dresser and the closet. 

I hadn't really realized exactly how much space I'd cleared out for her until she came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me, and whispered in my ear "Just one drawer would have done it."

"A guy can hope, cant he?" I said as I turned around and kissed her. 

We kissed for a few moments before she pulled away, looked at the clock and commented that it was late. 

Soon after she headed over to the girls wing to use the bathroom and get ready for bed, I did the same on the boys side. By the time she got back to the room, I was already warming up the bed for her. She jumped in and we spent a few minutes kissing, before snuggling up with me on my back and her head on my shoulder to go to sleep. Off course, it's awfully hard to fall asleep if you and your partner are wiggling around to kiss each other every few minutes. 

We eventually found ourselves laying face to face. I rubbed her back with one hand while I played with her hair with the other. She gave a contented sigh.

"I cant believe we're doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this!" she said with emphasis on the 'I'm'.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

She gave another sigh, this one not so contented, and got a pensive look on her face. 

"I appreciate what you said last night more than you can know. But... but I don't know that I can talk about it right now. I mean, I could talk to you about it and just that, knowing there's someone... some guy... that I can talk to means more to me than I can say. I never thought I'd be able to talk to a boy, to be with a boy, like this again. The last few days have been so wonderful. You've been so wonderful..."

She trailed off at this last and just started to cry. I pulled her too me and held her for a bit then pulled back, gave her a soft little kiss, and said, "We have been wonderful and we will be wonderful. Take all the time you need."

The tears stopped and she gave a bit of a sniffle then a laugh. 

She still had a bit of the laugh in her voice when she asked me, "Why are you so nice to me?"

"Well lets see, there's the obvious reasons like you're fucking gorgeous, you make me laugh, we have great conversations, you're smart, articulate, you have the sexiest voice I've ever heard, your face lights up when you smile... did I mention gorgeous?"

I kinda trailed off there in the end, she blushed and said, "Stop it!" though of course she didn't really mean it as demonstrated by what she said a beat later.

"... and the not so obvious?" 

I looked into her eyes, trying to decide what to say. 

"That first night, on the couch- I don't think my day could have started out worse and ended any better. I swear I should thank Jen and Steve for giving me the chance to meet you. I don't know what it is or why it is or even how it is. But you just feel right. Holding your hand, talking with you, just being with you. It feels like where I'm supposed to be. YOU feel like where I'm supposed to be. I know it sounds stupid and crazy and we've only known each other for a few weeks, but I don't know what I'd do without you..."

I trailed off on that last comment and just looked at her again. She had the happiest little smile. She said "Ditto!" and then gave me a kiss that I thought would stop my heart. Her tongue was everywhere; she nibbled my ear, bit my neck, and eventually just grabbed my face and pulled me to her. I don't think any woman has ever kissed me so aggressively and I couldn't believe how much it turned me on. We were both panting as she rolled over and straddled me. 

Now I'd pretty much had an erection since I met her or at least that's what it felt like. I'm sure she'd noticed now and again, though she never let on. But now there was no mistaking the fact that she noticed as she slowly ground herself against the front of my sweat pants. She looked down at me with a big smile and said, "We can't have sex, but you're so getting lucky tonight!"

Whatever I was going to say was lost as she reached up and pulled her shirt over her head. 

Jesus Christ, they were perfect! 

She had on a see through little lace thing masquerading as a bra. Her breasts were on the large side of a C cup with big, puffy areolas and prominent nipples. I reached up and kissed her, quickly kissing my way down her neck to her breasts. Tonguing my way around them, I reached up to unclasp her bra, cupping her breasts in my hands as it fell away. I rolled her nipples in my fingers as I kissed and nipped my way around them. She arched her back and moaned. 

I took that as my cue to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking softly as I continued to work her other breast with my hand. 

"Oh God, that feels so good!" she said. 

I smiled and worked her nipple ever so softly with my teeth. Keeping a bit of pressure on it as I pulled away so that it stretched out a bit before popping back out of my mouth. 

Her breath caught in her throat as I moved my mouth to her other nipple, repeating the whole process on the other side. 

She gave a groan and pushed me back onto the bed, holding my hands down as she dangled those perfect breasts above me. I reached up and nipped and kissed at them. Then they moved out of my reach as she slowly slid her body against me until her mouth was above mine. We kissed for a few minutes before she got up, pulling me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed as she did so. She kissed me a bit more before pulling my shirt up over my head, stepping back, and giving me a slow once over. 

Now I spend a decent amount of time in the gym, it's how I relax. I'm not a body builder by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm lean and have a decent amount of muscle with just a hint of a 6 pack. I think Bree liked what she saw. She had a naughty little smile on her face as she reached down and shimmied out of her sweats. Matching her bra was a little lace thing masquerading as a pair of panties. They were equally see through and I could spy a neatly trimmed little bush above a rather prominent wet spot. She gave me a smile and did a little pirouette, as if to ask if I liked what I saw. 

What was not to like? Well muscled legs, flat tummy, well rounded ass... I made an appreciative noise. Her smile got wider as she pulled me up off the bed so that I was standing in front of her, then she ran her hands down my arms, kneeled down, and every so slowly pulled my sweats and boxers off. My cock popped free and promptly hit her in the forehead. She started to giggle and I gave a little laugh, but then she suddenly stopped giggling and looked up at me with wide eyes. Am I huge? No. But I'm definitely above average in length and pretty wide. I've been told I have a 'nice' dick, whatever that means. 

At that moment though, I felt about 10 feet tall and 12 inches long. I mean is there anything sexier than a beautiful woman looking up at you with wide eyes after seeing the equipment for the first time? 

Bree gave me another slow smile as she said, "Why Tyler, you've been holding out on me!"

That got a laugh from me. 

"All you had to do was ask nicely, Ms. Harper."

She blinked her eyes slowly and gave me an absolutely smoldering look as she said, "Can he come out and play? Please..." in a little girl voice. 

I just nodded and said, "Oh yes..."

The yes was a bit drawn out as Bree chose that moment to slide her mouth over my cock. She ran both hands down its length as she gently sucked on the head. If felt absolutely amazing. She then cupped my balls with one hand and reached the other around to my ass to pull me closer as she started working her mouth up on and down on my shaft. She eventually pulled her mouth off it with a wonderful little pop and licking up and down its length like it was a lollipop. I'd been making little moans the whole time and she started to moan as she sucked my dick into her mouth again. It my well have been the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. 

She worked her mouth up and down for a few minutes all the while running her hands over my body or teasing my balls with her fingernails. 

I'd thought I'd had blowjobs before, but I was wrong. This thing was in a class by itself. 

She eventually looked up at me and actually smiled around my dick as she bobbed up and down. That sent me over the edge and I just barely managed to meet the requirements of blow job etiquette with a quick "I'm coming!" just before I started to unload. 

Bree didn't miss a beat. If anything, she took me further into her mouth than she ever had before as she started sucking for all she was worth. After a few days of her teasing me it was quite a load and she ended up with little dribbles of cum sliding down the edges of her mouth. I fell back on the bed as soon as I was done while she knelt there with a smug little look on her face. 

My eyes eventually uncrossed and I managed to raise my head up so I could smile at her. 

"Oh my God. Ms. Harper, I think you're the one that's been holding out!" I said. 

She smiled and licked her lips. 

I reached my hand out to her and pulled her onto the bed with me. She seemed a bit surprised when I immediately started kissing her, but I don't think she minded. Neither did I. Don't get me wrong, I'm no more interested in tasting my own cum than the next guy, but a gentleman doesn't expect her to swallow and then act like it's gross to kiss her afterwards. 

After warming up with a few kisses I let my hands roam down to her panties and gently teased her pussy through them, eventually moving my mouth down to her breasts as I did so. She was absolutely soaked and it felt like she was trying to arch her breast into my mouth at the same time she was trying to push her mound against my hand. The overall effect felt like she was trying to come up off the bed. 

I started teasing her further by slipping my finger in the sides of her panties and running it over her lips. Never quite penetrating her, just teasing and stroking her. I eventually eased my hand all the way into her panties and slid a finger along her slit and gently rubbed her clit. She came up off the bed and moaned so loudly that I had to take my mouth off her breast and kiss her to muffle the sound. 

I gently fingered her for the next few minutes. Hooking one and eventually two fingers into her while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She was tight and wet and wiggled in a most pleasant way. 

I eventually started to slide my mouth down her body, teasing her ears and her neck, moving down to her breasts and along her stomach, sliding her panties off her as I moved my mouth between her legs. I teased her for a bit by licking all around her pussy, never quite touching her lips. She eventually started rotating her hips to try to get my tongue on her slit. 

This promoted me to pull away for a moment, looking up to catch her eye. She looked absolutely frantic, her face was flushed and her eyes were these huge, wide pools of green. I don't think she'd ever looked sexier. 

Looking back down I got my first good view at an absolutely beautiful pussy. Her lips were prominent and her clit was actually fairly large. She had a nice little trimmed landing strip right above, but was otherwise clean shaven. I blew gently on her clit as I moved closer. She shuddered a bit and tensed in anticipation. I moved down and every so slowly licked up the entire length of her slit until my tongue hit her clit, at which point I gently sucked the whole thing into my mouth. Her hips came up off the bed and she started to convulse. Her breath caught in her throat she moaned the word "Cumming!"

I kept sucking until the convulsions had stopped, at which point I started to lick her in earnest, occasionally stopping to nip at her inner thighs with my teeth. After a few minutes, I reached around and slide my thumb down the length of her slit, eventually sliding it in and then moved one of my fingers to ever so softly tease her rosebud. She made a surprised little sound and lifted her ass off the bed. I just held my finger there putting just a slight pressure on her nether passage. I kept licking her the whole time as she gently relaxed and started to lower herself back down onto my finger. I didn't make any effort to slip my finger in, but instead just massaged her tight little ass as I sucked on her beautiful pussy. Her breathing started to get a bit ragged and I could feel her starting to slide towards another orgasm. 

Right as she seemed to be at the peak, I pushed the tip of my finger into her butt. She grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her head to muffle the screams as she came again. 

I kept sucking gently for a few minutes after she stopped cumming. Then I slide up the length of her body and kissed her. She obviously wasn't shy about tasting herself either as she kissed me passionately for a few minutes. 

She eventually pulled away and said, "I think I got lucky!"




Fallen Girls and Holidays Ch. 05



I just laughed and responded, "I think we both did!"

She gave a little giggle and we just cuddled for a bit. 

I eventually looked over at her and said, "That was amazing."

She nodded her agreement and softly replied, "I knew it would be. Well actually I knew it would be good, if I'd known it would be that good I would have done it a few nights ago."

This earned her a little hug and a kiss on the nose. 

"I know, I could get used to this."

I think I tensed up when I realized what I'd said. She got a concerned look in her eyes and just said, "What?"

There are some conversations you know you need to have. You don't really want to have them, but you know you need to, and if you have to have them there really isn't a better time than when you're both lying in bed enjoying a bit of afterglow I suppose. 

"Its freaks me out a bit how much I like you..."

I trailed off there towards the end. She just stroked my face, looked into my eyes, and asked me, "Why?"

A sigh escaped me as I contemplated telling her something that I'd never actually told anyone else. Oh, I think a few folks have figured it out. My mom, my sister, perhaps a friend or two who knew part of the story. But I'd never come right out and said it. I don't really think I'd ever really admitted it to myself now that I think about it. 

"The thing is... my dad... he left. Just packed up and walked out on my mom, my sister, and I. It came as a complete surprise to all of us. He and my mom weren't having any problems. He doted on us kids. He was literally the perfect dad and then one day he just packed up a few things and walked out. He never gave a reason, didn't leave a note, hasn't tried to talk to any of us since. At first we thought something had happened to him. We filed missing persons reports, hired private detectives, hell the FBI even got involved. They eventually tracked him down in Mexico somewhere. My uncle went to see him and they both ended up spending a few nights in jail after getting in a fight. I found out years later that they came to blows over the fact that he wouldn't give my uncle a reason."

Bree had the beginnings of tears in her eyes. I wished I could cry about it, I really did. But I couldn't, I never really had been able too. I still wasn't able too.

"How old were you?" she asked. 

"Fourteen, it was the summer between grade school and high school. At first I thought it was my mom's fault. I mean, folks just don't do things for no reason, right? I figured she must have done something terrible. Something so terrible that no-one could talk about it, something that drove my father away. I was pretty much out of control that first year, I didn't care about anything or anyone. Got in fights, didn't go to class, broke every rule I could think of. I was mad at my mom and mad at the world. My uncle Carl pulled me out of it. Actually he took me out back one day after I'd said something particularly horrible to my mom, kicked my ass, and told me to man up or buy a fucking dress."

Bree gave a little giggle at this last. "Isn't that taking tough love a bit far?"

"Whatever, I needed it and no-one else was going to do it. Carl's been in the army since he was 17. He spent a few years as a drill instructor, he's mostly behind a desk now but he still thinks he's a drill sergeant. I think I was his project the summer between freshman and sophomore year. He'd take me to summer school in the morning, then pick me up and have the afternoon planned out for me. God only knows how he found the time and to this day I don't know how he convinced my mom to go along. But for all intents and purposes I was in basic training that summer. Whenever I'd complain he'd tell me to stop whining and grow a pair. I can still hear him: 'Tyler, shit happened, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it so stop your fucking whining, suck it up, and start acting like a man.'" I did this last in my best drill instructor imitation. 

This got another little laugh from Bree. Just hearing that laugh made me feel better. 

"Things got better after that summer. I finally clued in that it wasn't my mom's fault and we've been close ever since. Carl stepped in and at least tried to do all the stuff dad would have done. School got better, hell I even started playing football. But I had a reputation at that point, I was the bad boy, and I took advantage of it... "

This got me a raised eyebrow from Bree, I think she knew where this was going. 

"Anyway, lets just say that some girls like that sort of thing and I dated more than a few of them. I wasn't all that interested in letting anyone get close enough that they could hurt me if they left. So I'd have some fun until things started to get too serious and then move on. I didn't go out of my way to hurt anyone, but I wasn't really interested in anything long term..."

I trailed off at this last and she got a rather pensive look on her face. I hated that look. I mean really and truly hated it. If there was an antithesis of everything I'd seen from her these last few weeks, of the special status I seemed to hold for her, that look was it.

This, more than anything else, made me take the plunge. 

"The thing that scares me about you, about this thing we seem to have, is that I don't want to lose it." 

As soon as she heard that her face softened and that pensive look turned into one of those smiles I'd grown to love so much. 

"I've made this science of being in control and of not depending on anything or anyone. On not getting attached. But you head off mysteriously for an hour and I'm back here climbing the walls wondering if you're going to come back. I mean I'm not expert or anything, but I cant imagine that's the healthiest response in the world."

"Healthy is overrated!" she quipped with a grin.

I had to laugh at that. "Fair enough," I said. "But I've only known you a few weeks, and I can't believe how attached I am to you and it scares the crap out of me!"

"Well, I do bite..." She trailed off as she gently demonstrated on my ear. 

This lead to a brief lull in our conversation as we each took turns biting each other here and there. Most of those 'bites' involved more tongue than teeth. It was a fun little game and we eventually ended up falling out of bed laughing as we wrestled around trying to plant little nips in ticklish spots. 

After we finished our game I hoisted her back into bed, cuddled up next to her, and tried to finish my thought. 

"I know I'm your exception as far as boys go. What I'm trying to say is that you're my exception too. You scare me to death, but there's no place else I'd rather be and no one else I'd rather be with. I have no idea where this is going and the idea that you might leave is right up there with root canals and shopping trips in my list of really bad things. But I'd like to give it a try and see where it goes. Because if the last few weeks are any indication, it's going someplace pretty amazing."

She just looked at and smiled for a bit, then gave me a soft little kiss and said "I know all about folks leaving and all about disappointments and all about not being able to trust. But I trust you. Don't ask me why or how, because I don't really know. I just know that no-one else seemed to fit anymore, and then along came you and you do. You fit. You feel right and we're good together and I'm not going anywhere. You've got baggage, I've got baggage. So?"

"So you carry mine, and I'll carry yours?" I asked. 

"I've always been a boy carries the bags kinda girl, but I guess just this once I can help you with yours. Just don't make it a habit, okay?" This last was said with an impish little grin. 

"Fair enough," I smiled back. 

"So we see where this little trip takes us?" she said. 

The bit about the trip was clearly said as a question. As in how about we take a trip together, you in?

Am I in? Are you fucking kidding me? I may have some issues but I'm not stupid. 

"A trip sounds rather nice. Preferably a long one... " I said. 

"With lots of beaches," she added.

"... and hotel sex!" I interjected with a grin. 

"... and Paris, we have to see Paris." She added. 

"Paris it is!" I said as I leaned in to kiss away the rest of our itinerary.