[Kayla]

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla laughed, clapping her hand against her wrist since she couldn’t clap her hands seeing as she was holding her camera. She gasped when an abundance of guys clapped when Ty mentioned her name. “ Aw..” she said, “ You guys come to my plays..” she offered, thinking that they were cheering because of her acting abilities. That was so sweet of them. She bounced back and forth as he sang out the lyrics to one of the Joel Foster songs. It was so weird that one of her closest friends was engaged to him now. Small fucking world. Kayla brought the cup to her lips and finished it off before one of Tyler’s soccer friends handed her a completely new drink. “ Aw thanks” she said, holding it up to him in a cheers before she took a fresh sip. It was already hot that he had sang Marry You, she loved when he sang that, but as she heard the opening riff for the rock cover of Lollipop she slowly closed her flip camera and slid it back into her jacket pocket. She licked her lips as she watched him singing on stage, like he was some sort of tasty looking steak and she hadn’t eaten in days. “ Your boyfriend.. is so…hot..” a girl said to her, staring up at him like he was a rockstar. “ I know” she said, not bothering to correct her. They were drunk, she could deny it later or just say she was talking about Chace. In fact, it was hot in here. The song, the people, the drinking, the way his lip curled up when he sang. Kayla took off her jacket, handing it to one of his soccer teammates to take out to her car and let the cool air hit her arms and shoulders. It seemed like just as she finally cooled off, finishing her drinking, Tyler was coming off stage.

Kayla smiled, turning her ear towards his lips as he whispered to her so she could hear him better. ”Well you killed it,” she said, congratulating him on a good set. When he placed his hand on her lower back she felt it arch slightly under his touch but she headed towards the kitchen since he seemed intent on them getting more drinks even though he was ‘fucked up’. She was pretty drunk too. Drunk enough to know that she liked the way her skin felt like it was tingling when he touched the bare skin of her back. She lifted her hand up, taking the cup from him as he offered it to her and gave him a small cheers, tapping her cup against his. Kayla couldn’t help but smile with her lips against the cup as he wrapped his arms around her waist, fingers lounging on the skin of her hip. She reached down, smoothing the fabric of her tutu before she looked up at him. She turned her cheek back towards him as he whispered into her ear again, this time feeling a small blush play across her cheeks as she leaned herself closer to his body. Maybe if they just kept whispering too each other, and pressed closer to take up less space, people wouldn’t notice them as much. Kayla tilted her head back and finished the entirety of her cup. Her one arm was wrapped around his waist as well, and her other hand came up to the side of his jaw where she traced her fingertip lightly bringing it down to the collar of his shirt as she stepped on her toes to whisper in his ear as well. “ You should really play ‘Marry You’ more often.. and ‘Lollipop’.. that wasn’t such a bad choice either,” she said before sarcastically taking a sniff of him, “ You smell good..” she said, trying to match the tone he had said it in before she looked into his eyes and smiled slowly.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler smiled when she told hims he liked their song choices, gripping her waist and pulled her closer against himself. And even though he knew she never touched him like this when they were sober, the way she trailed her thumb along his jaw, traced his collar, he didn't have to be a genius to know he was loving it. Kayla was his best friend, it wasn't weird to have her so close. he took baths with this girl when he was younger. Funny as it was and it didn't mean anything like it did now, she'd already seen all of him at one point or another. Maybe that was why everyone thought they were hooking up. They were so close because of sharing their childhoods they just knew each other so well, already seen each other in ways other people had not. Tyler nodded, laughing slightly, "Lollipop is always a crowd pleaser. I don't know why people like it so much." if Tyler had given it more thought he would realize people liked but because it provoked inappropriate behavior between kids of their age, but right now he was hanging with Kayla and no one else existed right now and he didn't care that people were staring. They obviously didn't have a best friend like Kayla, someone you trusted completely with everything that you were, someone you knew better than yourself, supported wholly, and someone that you were sure that if everything else failed, at least she meant everything to you. Tyler could lose all his friends and as long as he had Kayla he knew he'd be okay. Kayla was his other half that understood him in ways people didn't. She understood his love for weird pizza and that as confident as he was, he had no idea what he was doing, ever. She understood that he didn't have a plan and the put together guy that everyone else saw was just living day by day, trying to figure out what his purpose in life was. She never judged him for his stupid decisions, sided with him when he got detention at school for things he mostly deserved. She listened when he got brave enough to share some of his deepest fears and if people couldn't understand that, they didn't deserve an explanation.

And he couldn't explain the way he felt, when he was drunk, and with her, and she made him feel like the rest of the world was irrelevant, and he was so confident in admitting to himself that his best friend was pretty, and perfect. And he felt as turned on as any kid in that house, and why did Kayla have to look so perfect all the time, did she realize that that tutu was quite possibly the cutest thing he'd ever seen? And everyone was always saying that they hooked up, as not true as it was but he couldn't help but think, if people are already believing it, what is so wrong with just doing what everyone believes to be true? Just making it real, what was the difference? he couldn't help that he got pretty handsy, and he flirty and just wanted to kiss someone warm and perfect and Kayla was right there and why not? they had shared kisses drunk far more than once, and as it wasn't like cheating right? Because it didn't mean anything. Tyler's girlfriend wasn't there and Kayla's boyfriend wasn't there, but they had each other... he just wanted to kiss her. Kissing Kayla was alwayssss fun. Always. Surely she understood that. She was Kayla, he was the more comfortable with er then anyone else ever. Tyler laughed out loud, "I smell good?? I would love to believe that but I really have a feeling I don't smell good at all." Somewhere in his mind he knew something he was doing was going to earn him a getting in trouble as he leaned down to whisper to her again, his breath tickling against her neck, "You know I love your tutu, right?" There was something in his brain that he was shoving down, giving his self conscious a big fuck you as as he took her hand and dragged her out of the kitchen, to the hallway that was luckily deserted. Tyler set his drink down on a table in the hall, and then took her drink from her too, putting it on the table also and smiled at her, "You're my favorite person ever," he said quietly, still grinning as he tangled his finger in her hair, which was funny because he knew his wandering hands wouldn't stay there for long and yet, he was okay with that as he leaned down and kissed her, pressing her against the wall. For the moment, they were alone and no one else was in the house and he didn't give a fuck about anything else because he was drunk, and Kayla was his whole world at the moment, and her lip gloss tasted like sugar, and if someone asked him right now, he would say, Jessica who?

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

The result of every single kiss they had ever shared had been a product of her putting the moves on him drunkenly. Aside from their first kiss as kids but who would ever count that. She had always made the first move, always put herself out there. But that made sense, right? She was the one that was in love. He was just a hormonal teenager where hooking up with her was nothing more than a drunken hormonal inspired action. But knowing she loved him and especially when she was drunk herself who the hell was she to stop him? She owed herself this satisfaction. And as he leaned down to whisper to her again she closed her eyes and held in a breath, feeling his breath against her neck as he told her that he liked her tutu. Oh, really? She thought to herself because when she opened her eyes to look up at him she noticed a look in his eyes she hadnt really seen before. And he was reaching down for her hand, pulling her out of the kitchen. Her mind raced, trying to think of the last possible time he had ever taken control like this and she quickly came to the conclusion in her drunken state that he had in fact not ever done so. Which made it all the more exciting, right? She assumed that he would take her out to her car, figure out a way to get home so they could be alone but when he pulled her into a hallway, taking her drink from her, puttin his fingers in the side of her hair, she was anything but prepared for the way his lips felt against hers when he kissed her, pressing her against the wall of the hallway which felt oddly cool against the warmth of their skins combined.

It took all of two seconds for her own hands to reach up from her sides and place themselves in either sides of his hair, clinging onto him tightly as she leaned her head away from the wall to kiss him back just as eagerly. Apparently they weren't caring if they were at a party because honestly anyone could walk down this stretch at any given moment. No, she was far too focused at how well his lips maneuvered over hers, already knowing more about her body than her boyfriend did. Which should have cause enough reason for her to take a step back and look at her actions. But how could she do that when Tyler was so perfect in front of her. She dropped her hands from his hair , lowering them to the fabric of his shirt before she gripped her fingertips against the soft skin of his lower back, pulling so that his hips dug deeper into her body. She was his favorite person ever? If only she could tell him she loved him and he would actually believe her without freaking out. But honestly in her drunken state she knew his time was different, felt more risqué, like she knew it wouldnt stop at just giving each other a long kiss at the end of the night . She brought one of her hands to the front of his hip, keeping the other dug intently on his lower back. " When we get home..." she started off, whispering into his ear as she brought her hand to the front of his jeans, rubbing it against the inside of his thigh " I want to lick the wrapper" she said slowly with a smile against her lips before she nibbled playfully against the side of his ear.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

It wasn't long at all before Tyler could feel Kayla's own hands in his hair, kissing him back. This wasn't the first time they'd had a drunk make out session, but Tyler was realizing, as her hands moved down his back and pulled him up against herself, this was the first time he felt like there was a lot more where this came from. Like this might not end with a laugh and a, lets go find some friends to hang out with, I'll see you when we leave. This was like a, hey there's a lot more after this if you want it. This was so many reasons to step back and reassess what they were doing. They both were dating people, making out was bad enough even though they were good at keeping it under wraps. But this time, anyone could walk in and see them, and it probably looked like exactly what everyone thought was going on. No wonder Chace though Kayla cheating on him, Tyler would think that too if he walked in on his girlfriend making out with a different guy like it was their life's mission to explore every inch of each other. Oh well. Tyler knew he wasn't supposed to be feeling up someone else's girlfriend but she was wearing that tiny little shirt that only really left so much to the imagination and his wandering hands were only helping to fill in the blanks. Not to mention her tutu was like this big mystery of like, what's under the tutu? But no worries because he was wasting any time in finding out. Tyler couldn't even think straight, he was drunk, and there was no one watching them and whatever minor thoughts he had about what people might think had promptly disappeared the second she started talking. Tyler watched her, his eyes sparkling the way they really only did for Kayla, especially when she was being flirty. He stayed close to her, their lips still close until she moved to whisper in his ear, feeling her hand wander to the inside of his thigh and his breath caught in his throat. For a second his mind was reeling because Kayla was nibbling playfully on his ear and yet her hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh, and he was pretty sure she'd just told him she wanted to give him a blow job when they got home. Had she just said that. Tyler was pretty sure his mouth dropped open, leaning back so he could look at her with a huge goofy grin forming across his features, "You... do?" he laughed trying to figure out if she was serious or not. But the way she was acting, he was thinking she was very serious.

Tyler leaned back forward, letting his hands wander freely under her tutu and kissed her neck before saying, "Do you wanna go home right now..." Judging by the look on her face she did, so Tyler nodded, "Alright, come on," he said grabbing their drinks and handed her hers, and taking her other hand in his as he turned to head back to the party and then turned around quickly, leaning down to kiss her one more time. "Okay for real this time," he said, convincing himself to go find someone to take them home since neither of them were even close to be able to drive. As they got to the kitchen he let go of her hand and slung his around lazily around her shoulders instead because it looked slightly more friend like then holding hands did. Tyler was looking for one person and one person only, because he knew of only one person who might possibly be sober and that was his really good friend Scott from the soccer team. Was was like DDD. Not a DD, he was a DDD. Which was a designated designated driver. There were designated drivers, and then there was Scott who was the designated designated driver because that was always his job since he didn't drink very often. Which Scott thought was so very crazy but everyone was different. Scott drank sometimes, but most likely in this situation he was hopefully not. Tyler found him drinking a redbull, hoping it was just redbull and not a redbull and vodka. Tyler happened to know Scott had a huge crush on Kayla, but it was whatever. She wouldn't even hang out with her own boyfriend let alone anyone that wasn't Tyler. Not like Ty was complaining, because well, come on. He had a perfect situation about to happen. Ty approached him, talking somewhat quietly but he didn't say anything that would make them question them, "Hey Scotty, you good and sober?" "Huh? Yeah, why, you need a ride?" "Yup," Tyler said, sipping his almost gone drink, "Me and my girl Kayla, she's kinda tired and I don't want her to go home by herself so I'm gonna go with her." "Ah, alright, you drive her?" "Kayla did, she's got her keys." "Sure bro, rather drive you than either of you try." "Thanks." Scott got the keys from Kayla and they all headed out to Kayla's car, Scott waving at some people and Tyler wrapped his arms around Kayla playfully, walking behind her. Some one yelled at him, and Tyler yelled back, "Yeah man, see you later!" Tyler opened the door for Kayla and climbed in after her, not even thinking he should sit up front with Scott but he was drunk and Scott probably figured that was making Tyler not logical.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

The hands under her skirt definitely belonged to Tyler Kingsley. And that was definitely the farthest his hands had ever been on her. And instead of it feeling awkward or weird, she was sort of surprised by the fact that it just made her feel hungry for more. How was he capable of doing this? When he leaned away looking at her, grin across his face, she could feel her heart beating so hard against her chest that she might literally choke it up any second. They had kissed plenty of times. Plenty. In reality she had no idea how many times he had crawled into her bed drunkenly. But he’d never touched her, not like this. It was like she couldn’t pinpoint his hands in location though the same could definitely be said for her right now. It was like her fingers were experiencing some type of thirst and the only way to quench it was to touch each inch of his skin. How had she not noticed how delectable his skin was before, because now she just wanted to taste it. And since they weren’t fighting their cravings for the time being.. Kayla held her hand tightly behind his neck, reaching up to kiss the side of his neck, tracing her tongue against the soft skin of his collar bone gently before she bit against it lightly. “ Of course I do,” she said as though him questioning it was silly. She smiled faintly, watching him as he seemingly tried to decide whether she was serious or not. Serious as a heart attack, or whatever the hell it was he was doing to her cardiovascular system right now. But as his lips touched her neck she felt herself arch towards his body, like her own had frozen and lost any ability to function. Wait how the fuck did she breathe? She closed her eyes, clinging her fingers to him tightly. Did she want to go home? So he wanted it to? “..You want that?” she asked with a slight surprise to her tone before she let her clutch go from him finally. He wanted to go home that quickly? Could she seriously have just as much an effect on him that he had on her? It didn’t seem possible. But either way she found herself following him, like she had a gravitational pull, combing her fingers through her hair to try and tame it and adjust her skirt. Just as she was gathering her bearings he turned and gave her another kiss, causing her to smile against his lips before she slipped her tongue over his to savor the taste before he lowered her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Kayla looked up at Tyler as he started talking to her neighbor and gave a small nod of her head towards him. Then when he asked for her car keys she tilted her head towards the door, telling him that they were in her jacket pocket, which was in the car. And as they turned to leave, Tyler wrapped his arms around her, following behind her and she couldn’t help the small smile that came across her lips. She’d never been ‘the girl’ that Tyler was going home with. I mean yeah, she went home with him, every time. But this time there was a promise of something that was going to happen once they got there. And she didn’t find it awkward at all.. that was weird, right? She bent over before crawling into the back of her car, and just as Scott started it what perfect song to be playing through her speakers than ‘ I Wanna’ by The All-American Rejects. She licked her lips, resting her arm along the inside of his leg when he climbed into the backseat, tracing her thumb mindlessly over the inside of his leg as she looked out the window. Suddenly a small smile came across her lips and she looked at him mischeviously, bringing her jacket over his lap. Hell if she was going to do this, and they were both drunk as shit, she deserved to know what she was in store for. The music was blaring, Scott was in the front seat, it was like they were in their own private world. Kayla moved her hand under the jacket, unbuttoning Tyler’s jeans before she slid her hand into the fabric of his boxers. Tyson Ritter said it was okay. She curled her fingertips toward his skin and felt her own heart start to race again before she just came to a conclusion. Fuck it. Almost instantaneously she moved in the seat, sitting over his hips with her back facing the drivers seat as she leaned down to kiss Tyler again, her hand still tucked securely along the inside of his boxers. So what if Scott saw them, clearly he had to see this. But what was he going to do about it? It was one person, who just so happened to be really close friends with Tyler. Kayla leaned down over him, letting her hair fall over her shoulders as she leaned down to kiss the side of his neck, nibbling down on it each time she massaged her hand against him. She could hardly breathe, the anticipation she felt throughout her entire body, mixed with the feeling of his hands on her. It was like her first taste of sin and she couldn’t get enough. Kayla leaned higher up against his chest, kissing him on the lips once more as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Seriously, could he taste any more sweet? But it seemed like just as quickly as the fun had started again, it had stopped, clearing its throat loudly in the drivers seat to signify that the car was in fact parker in her driveway. Kayla turned in Tyler’s lap, sitting up and leaning forward as she laid her stomach on the headrest of the drivers seat and took her keys out of the ignition. “ Thanks Scott..” she said before placing a kiss against his cheek and climbed out of the backseat of her car.

Kayla looked over her shoulder, noting that Tyler was saying something to Scott but she couldn’t make out exactly what it was but she was growing antsy. She walked over, grabbing his hand and pulled him back towards her front door. She took his arm and wrapped it around her waist with her back to his chest as she separated her house key and finally made her way inside. After kicking off Tyler’s old boots, she tossed her keys on the small table in the entry and turned to face him. She kept her eyes locked on his for a moment. They could stop now. They could go to sleep and pretend none of this ever happened. Or.. Kayla jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck as she held herself against his chest, bringing her legs up to his waist where she curved them around him tightly. As he carried her towards the stairs she was only vaguely aware of her mother sitting up on the couch. ‘ Oh good you kids made it home sa-“ she said before stopping to look at them. “ Okay, so we’re still working on the being safe part.. you two kids be smart” she said, picking up her coffee cup from the side table and making her way towards her room .Meanwhile as Tyler finished carrying her upstairs, Kayla did her best to reach her hand out to the lightswitch in her room as they made their way into it. The light was still on, and all she wanted was to turn it off, but taking her lips away from his was not a conceivable option at this point. Which resulted in her knocked her lamp off of her vanity and causing it to crash down to the floor, though it wasn’t like she was aware. Because simultaneously as he was laying her down against her bed, she reached her hands up to grip his jeans at the side of his hips and pushed them down over his body until she heard them hit the floor.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler sighed, Scott starting the car and turned the radio on. Tyler loved this song and how appropriate it was. It was like the universe and Tyson Ritter were saying, go forth young grasshopper. Tyler wrapped his arm around Kayla, watching her watch out the window. How was it that she had guys ogling her all the time and yet she was cold as ice to everyone but him? She was the complete opposite of ice with him, on fact, at the moment she was smoking hot, hand all up on his leg again. Kayla turned and looked at him, shooting him a mischievous glance and tossed her jacket over his lap. What was she doing? Kayla was reaching under her jacket, unbuttoning his jeans and he knew what she was doing, looking back at her and met her eyes. How had they gotten to this point tonight? They never got this… intense? And this was definitely intense for them. They made out sometimes and it was all fun and games until suddenly they were doing things they’d never done, crossing lines they’d never even approached, touching each other in places they never had before. This was just… he was having trouble thinking straight, yet he still pulled her onto his lap, gripping her hips and kissed her back when she leaned down, gently tugging at her lip. Every time she moved her hand he felt like his breathing was just getting difficult and fucked up. What must Scott be thinking? Tyler didn’t think Scott would mention this to anyone, but Tyler was still gonna make sure he knew he wasn’t going to. Tyler moved his hands into her hair, kissing her like he just simply couldn’t get enough. But, as soon as it had started again, she was climbing off him, leaving him kind of flabbergasted. Tyler, as if in a trance, buttoned his pants with the slight though that they wouldn’t be like that for long in just a minute. Kayla had hopped out, Tyler looking at Scott who had gotten out too because he had to walk home assumedly. Kayla was seemingly heading inside, Scott saying to Tyler, “What. In the fucking. Hell.” But he was smiling slightly, causing Tyler to grin and shrug, “Hey Scotty, not a word to anyone.” Scott held his hands up as if in surrender, “No way dude, that’s your business, whatever.. that is…” Scott grinned, raising one eyebrow and looked at Tyler questioningly, making a crude gesture with his hand. Tyler felt Kayla grab his hand and begin to drag him toward her house, only turning around long enough to look back at Scott with a smile and with his thumb and pointer finger together as if to say, everything is a-ok.

Tyler followed Kayla onto the porch as she unlocked the door, arm wrapped around her waist and moved her hair off her shoulder, leaning down to kiss her neck, trailing his lips along behind her ear. He stepped into the house behind her, tugging his pants up by his belt loops and kicked his shoes off lazily, kicking his skateboard across the front foyer that he hadn’t sit sitting there, but he pulled Kayla back their eyes meeting momentarily. They could pull the brakes. Either of them. They both had other people they were in public relationships with. And as much as they both somehow thought this was okay, this was technically cheating, even thought Tyler was sure neither of them felt like they were cheating at all. If it was cheating, Tyler didn’t anticipate being a cheater would feel so good. That was his deciding factor, if his guilt that he thought he was supposed to feel was clouded by the fact that he felt like he was in a whirling, drunk, amazing, rush of a moment, then clearly this was right. Or something. Tyler pulled her against his chest, catching her and wrapped his arms around Kayla, carrying her toward the stairs only vaguely hearing her mom tell them to be smart. But come one if she was saying that to anyone she would pointedly say it to him. Tyler was forgetting that he knew Kayla so well and knew exactly what she had and hadn’t done with a guy. He forgot that she was not as experienced in this department. But they did everything together, learned to swim, learned to ride bikes, you name it, they’d done it together. Tyler could get her up to speed in this area too. Kayla was reaching around clumsily for the light switch, finally finding it but not before knocking over a lamp that broke as it smashed onto the floor. But at least she hit the light like she was trying to do. Tyler found the bed, laying Kayla down on it and climbed over her, letting her unbutton his jeans for the second time tonight and shove them off to the floor. Tyler only took his lips off hers for a moment as he reached down and tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside. She’d been wearing those tiny little shirts all summer, and now that they were in this moment he just wanted it off, his hands moving over her stomach and under the fabric of her shirt. Tyler pushed it up, letting Kayla help get it off and tossed that away too, just one more thing between them that they didn’t need. There was nothing wrong with just wanting your own skin to touch someone else’s right? With nothing in between, just two people, trying to get as close as possible. Tyler lowered himself back over her, his hands roaming freely over her warm skin, skin he’d never touched until now. Perfect, and soft. He just wanted to kiss her, his lips finding hers and moved his tongue past her lips. Tyler held onto her tightly, almost forgetting why they had come home, because he just wanted to kiss her like this, feel her against himself, moving to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her collar bone and down her chest, down to her belly button that she left out on a daily basis. Teasing every guy to get a glimpse of her but Ty knew he was the only guy that got to have her like this. He hadn’t even known he wanted her like this. He didn’t even know if it was just the alcohol making him feel like that, but he was still drunk so he’d have to wait to find out.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla sat up on her elbows, trying to make it easier for him to take her corset type top off. Though she wasn’t sure what the point of that was, she could keep her shirt on and go down on him at the same time. And now she was stuck here wearing a tutu. She narrowed her eyebrows, feeling slightly awkward wearing just that before she lifted her hips off of the bed and slide her thumbs under the fabric of the tutu and pushed it down off of her legs. For some reason she knew she wanted to focus but it was become more and more impossible, each time his lips touched her skin it was like he was setting it on fire and it was starting to burn all the way down to her belly button. She arched her lower back, gripping her fingers into the sheets as she tried to catch her breath, but it seemed like each time she was capturing it again he just stole it away. It was like the closer his skin got to hers the more pull her he had over her, more control, the more eager her body was to curve to him. In fact the taste of his tongue against hers had been borderline captive of what she thought nirvana might taste like. It took everything inside of her to open her eyes, release the sheets from her fingers. This wasn’t why they had come home. Kayla brought her leg up to wrap around his hip before she wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling his body against her completely as she kissed him. She used all of her strength to grip her leg around the inside of his, flipping him over onto his back where she took his arms, pinning him by his wrists so that his arms were above his head. “ Don’t touch,” she said, letting her breath tickle the side of his neck as she straddled his hips.

Kayla leaned back down, bringing her lips to his chest. It was amazing how soft his skin was when at the same time he was so strong. She could even taste the sweat from his performance, and to her surprise it tasted so sweet.She closed her eyes as she lowered her hand to the inside of his thigh again, tracing her fingertips as gently as she possibly could over the inside of his leg before she drifted upward, tugging at the sides of his boxers to pull them off of his warm skin. She moved her lips carefully down his stomach, stopping at his hip bone where she nibbled against it gently. Kayla could feel the warmth of her breath against his belly button before she left a trail with her tongue, kissing beneath his belly button across to his hip before she looked up with just her eyes, “ Are you sure?” she asked, looking up at him, offering him one last out. He seemed sure at least, which caused her to smile faintly against his skin. This had the potential to change everything about their friendship. Would he look at her the same? Would she even want him to. But there was something that outweighed all of that right now, and it wasn’t the alcohol level in her system. Kayla crawled back up to his face once more, smiling into his eyes as she brushed her hand into the side of his hair before leaning down to place a kiss against his lips. She reached up, taking one of his hands before she brought it to the side of her hair. After all, she was going to need help. She turned her cheek, kissing the inside of his wrist before she lowered herself back to his hips, placing a kiss against his skin. She had a promise to fulfill, and there wasn’t any sense in putting it off any longer.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Sometime later Tyler lay beside Kayla, aware of the way that both of their breaths were becoming increasingly more even and not as ragged as they were just a few moments ago. For a second he closed his eyes, still feeling like though he was laying still, the world was spinning. Kayla just didn’t get it, Jessica wouldn’t even do what Kayla had just done. He owed her, not to mention appreciated it and enjoyed it. He wanted to return the favor, eventually. Right now he just wanted to catch his breath. Tyler looked over at her for a minute, just absorbing the entire night. They did a lot of things they shouldn’t when they were drunk but this was the farthest they had ever gone. They were naughty, naughty kids. He wondered briefly is this was not only the farthest they had gone, but too far. But he shot that thought down immediately, what was too far? Tyler kind of… deep down, expected this? As much as he knew if wasn’t something he had particularly aimed for, he knew that given they were as close as they were, wasn’t this kind of inevitable? Having this close of a relationship with someone, how long could too people really last before sharing something like this? Even if they weren’t in that type of relationship, how long could two seventeen year’s olds go before their hormones got the best of them? Apparently this long. Either way, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to forget this night, ever. He might not be able to look at Kayla as just his best friend. He wasn’t sure how he felt. His thoughts and judgment were clouded. He was still drunk. And it was anyone’s guess how long it’d be until he sobered up.

Tyler reached over, sliding his hands over her bare skin and wrapped his arms around her body pulling her close against him and buried his face in her hair. The most amazing best friend a guy could have, and he just wanted to cuddle with her. Tyler held his arms tighter around Kayla, and maybe it was because he was drunk or maybe not, but he kissed the side of her hair, smoothing it out, his thumb trailing along her jaw. How could he not just love this girl that had been the most important person in his life for his whole life. Sometimes he got kind of overwhelmed with the way he felt with her, but he never thought too much of it, just that this was his best friend and he knew that he was happiest when he was with her. If he wasn’t so dumb he would realize that he fucking loved her and that was why he felt the best he’d ever felt when he was with her, but since he was slightly stupid and drunk he just disregarded it. He’d felt this feeling before, this feeling like his heart felt so good it hurt, like he had perma grin, like his body was so happy, could barely contain how he was feeling. And yet his breathing was even, he was calm, and he had Kayla in his arms, holding her like if this was the last thing they did he would die happy knowing he was laying with someone he adored more than anyone. He knew this somehow changed their friendship. And right now he didn’t want to think about it, he just wanted to hold her tightly and bury himself in her hair, and he could fall asleep like this totally happy and satisfied. He knew tomorrow he was going to feel like fucking hell, but he also knew it wasn’t going to be because of anything they did tonight. Guilt wasn’t going to plague him, just a massive hang over, but he was okay with that. He’d take a hangover considering how awesome tonight was. It was worth the hangover in the morning.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla held her hand over her stomach, trying to catch her breath as her mind was reeling with what had just happened. Did they really just do that, and enjoy it that much. It should be weird. She shouldn’t feel this calm and at peace in this moment. But she did. She felt completely, happily, exhausted. Her brain hurt, an indicator of the fact that she would have a headache in the morning, but her heart felt light for the first time in a long time. She tilted her neck as he kissed the side of her hair, tracing his thumb over her jawline. It was so hypnotic, put her in a trance where all she wanted to do was curl up and let him put her in a complete sleep. That’s when she realized that she could let him do exactly just that. Kayla closed her eyes, finding a comfort in the way she could feel his heart beating in his chest. Is this what cheating was? Because if so.. why didn’t more people do it? She could feel herself drifting into sleep peacefully, feeling the rhythmic patterns of him breathing with his nose in her hair. And for the first time since she could remember, she slept in complete peace. No dreams about Tyler waking up and realizing how much she cared about him, or them each breaking up with their significant others. No seeing her name in bright lights on Broadway. For the first time in her entire life, her reality was better than her dream state. Which is why when she opened her eyes, it jilted her that she had gone from a place of such complete sedation, to complete and utter pain. Holy shit, her body hurt. She groaned, closing her eyes. Light hurt. Sounds hurt. Her.. jaw.. hurt? Kayla brought her hand up as slowly as humanly possible, wiping the corner of her eyes as she sat up. She looked down, realizing she was still naked before she took the sheet and wrapped it around her chest, looking down at the best man she had ever met in her entire life, and here he was, entangled in her sheets. Kayla leaned down over him, using her face and hair to block the sunlight from hitting him in the eyes and waking him up since it was slowly making it’s way towards his eyes. “ Good morning” she said quietly, leaning down as she placed her fingertips gently on the side of his cheek, locking her lips against his. She stayed still for a moment before realizing he might not want this, opening her eyes and keeping her lips still at the sudden though. She moved away from him slowly, using her fingertip to trace over his lip gently before she sat up. “ I’ll be right back” she said, leaving the sheet on the bed for him to cover up with incase he decided to sit up. For herself she walked to the corner, picking her robe up off of her dresser before she slid it on, tying it at the side before she made her way to the bathroom down the hall.

As much pain as she was in she knew he had it worse and she wanted to get him some water and some Tylenol. A few minutes later and she shuffled back into the bedroom, holding the pills out in her hand with a bottle of water. “ We’re supposed to be having lunch in like a half hour with Chace and Jessica.. I already have like fifty missed calls” she said, holding her hand against her head. Kayla took in a deep breath and sighed, making her way to her closet where she left the door halfway open as she took some things down. She looked down, letting her hair fall off of her shoulders before she untied her robe and started to change into her outfit. Kayla looked over her shoulder, doing a small double take at Tyler who was looking in her closet. She smiled faintly, picking up her cowgirl boots loosely in her fingertips and set them down by the bed. She lifted her hand up to the side of his face, curling her fingers into the side of his hair. “ You need to get dressed,” she said quietly, not wanting to further upset his headache. She lowered her hand from his hair before leaning down to pull on her boots. It would take him far less time to get ready, in fact she could almost guarantee by the time she was done primping her hair he would be ready. Kayla stepped out of the bathroom, holding Tyler’s hat out for him before placing it on his head gently. At least it would be able to block out some of the sunlight from him. Kayla walked down the stairs quietly, holding the door open trying to be as quiet as possible. Poor guy.. The entire drive to the restaurant she stayed perfectly quiet as possible. Though he was devastatingly distracting. She wanted to reach out and touch him, hold his hand. That was strange, how could that have changed over night. When they parked she groaned, seeing how Jessica was already bouncing in her seat. Headache waiting to happen. But then something she hadn’t prepared herself for happened and she watched almost in slow motion as Jessica came up to Tyler, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed him in a greeting. It literally felt like there was a stab to her heart, and she didn’t realize how tense her eyebrows must have been narrowed. He was taking her breath away but this time it brought a surge of pain with it. ‘ Hey babe’ Chace said, turning her chin to face him as he leaned down to kiss her. And his kisses could be nice, too.. right? At least, kissing him was better than watching Tyler be mauled by Jessica. Kayla closed her eyes, bringing her hand up to the side of his cheek as she leaned into his chest before resting her forehead against his. ‘ We have a table already’ he said, taking her hand and leading her over to the table.

Outfit

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler was in a completely dead sleep, he would have been dead to the world for hours if Kayla had not woken him. And as nice as it was to be kissed awake, the way his entire head felt like his skull itself was pulsing, sleep seemed like his most sought after option. Tyler opened his eyes slightly; looking at Kayla through mere slits, hearing her say she would be right back. Tyler closed his eyes once more, knowing he was in for a shitty day. He didn’t know why he got headaches like he did, he just knew they sucked. The only thing he felt like he could focus on was his head pulsing, slow and steady, and he was brought out of his stupor when he heard Kayla come back, handing him water and some Tylenol. He watched her, heard her say they were supposed to be meeting their significant others for lunch, but he saw she was holding her head. So she felt as shitty as he did, at least that made two of them. Kayla left to go change, Tyler not even bothering to sit up hardly to swallow a couple of pills and tossed the bottle of water on the floor, rolling onto his side, thinking if he shoved his head under the pillow it would help. But he didn’t. Instead, Kayla caught his eye in her closet, watching her robe drop to the floor. He’d never been tempted to watch her dress, and at this very moment he shouldn’t even be wanting to watch anything, yet here he was, looking at his best friend in a way he hadn’t before. Well, she did have a slammin’ body. Not that he didn’t know that already, he just… she’d always been Kayla. And now they were seventeen and she had curves and stuff she didn’t used to have, and he was just a lot more appreciative of her body after what they’d been up to last night. Now he was just watching her absentmindedly, lost in thought as she finished changing and she turned to look at him, catching him in the act. Tyler offered her a small smile, like he’d gotten caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Close to the same thing. Kayla had come over and sat down to put her boots on, telling him he should get dressed, but he just groaned slightly. He was glad she was being sensitive to not being loud, but lunch was the single last thing he wanted to do. How in the fucking hell was Kayla up and moving right now. Kayla went to go do her hair, which was more than enough time for him to get ready. Tyler located his clothes, which he had lying around her room. Not just his ones from yesterday, he had jeans in her closet, shirts in her dresser. It was just convenient to say the least.

By the time Kayla was done, the most Tyler had done to his hair was shake it out and Kayla put his hat on his head. Tyler had a pair of sunglasses, which he put on before going outside, definitely needed. He hadn’t said much, some of which was because he was not awake yet, some of which because the thought of hearing his own voice would be loud in his own head. Tyler really didn’t want to be an asshole to Jessica, especially since he’d already cheated on her a bit last night, but she was so… awake in the mornings. And he was so not. On top of his hang over. But he did what was expected of him, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her back. Held her hand as they walked over to the table. Tyler had actually avoided watching Kayla greet Chace. He didn’t want to watch that, nor did he really want to approach in his mind why he didn’t want to. He needed like, longer than a hangover to even want to think about it. Last night had been… unexpected. But since it did happen, how could he sit and say it hadn’t been enjoyable. Because it had been. Very. He might even say he would rewind and do it all over again. Not to change it, just to do it again. He didn’t know if they’d ever do something like that again. The four of them sat down, the waiter bringing waters all around and they ordered drinks, thought Tyler decided he was fine with just water. Jessica was talking about something to do with school, and Tyler was just willing his head to suddenly feel awesome. Chace had reached over and taken Kayla’s hand, and though he couldn’t totally see how Kayla felt about it, since he was trying to pretend to be attentive to his own girlfriend, he had a feeling she was as mentally checked out as he was. Tyler almost felt bad for Chace, he tried so hard to get Kayla to even look at him the way he wished she would, and yet all Tyler did was get drunk with her at a party and he’d had her in ways Chace probably dreamed about. Tyler knew it was unfair to Chace and Jessica, and Tyler couldn’t explain it, the way things had panned out. Tyler reached his hand out under the table, finding Kayla’s leg, still listening to Jessica. Tyler talked with her, even shared a laugh or two, talking about the party since Jessica had commented that he looked like hell and at least lowered her voice, but all the while rubbing Kayla’s leg under the table. His way of pointing out that they were in the same boat, hung over, guilty, and they would just get through the lunch like they did everything else; with smiles. Plus, he just wanted to touch her leg. She had nice legs.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla looked down at the table, looking at the way Chace’s hand was over hers so protectively, tracing his thumb back and forth in such an endearing way. And all she could think of was Tyler’s hand on the inside of her leg and how it made her heart race a bit, making it harder and harder for her to breathe or think clearly. Honestly she couldn’t tell you a damn thing that was talked about at lunch. Not a damn thing. She remembered nodding at the appropriate times, smiling when Chace looked at her. Other than that she focused more on getting something to eat that she knew Tyler would eventually take a bite of. He needed to eat something and she cared more about his stomach than her own. Right now his was telling him to steer clear of food entirely, when her brain knew better. Eventually she ended up ordering a chicken quesadilla, praying moreso that he would take a bite and get something in his stomach than she actually focused on eating for herself. But it was there, his hand on her leg, an added distraction that caused her to subconsciously turn her body towards him. It just felt good to have some of her skin touching his, she’d never really noticed how warm it was until now. Warm, tempting, …tasty. Kayla choked on her own water, thinking back to other places on her body his hands had been. ‘ Are you okay?’ Chace asked with a look of concern and Kayla covered her mouth, coughing as she nodded in his direction. With only half of her quesadilla eaten, some help by Tyler on that front, they had left the restaurant and all managed their way back to her place. Which was really ridiculous, she hated Jessica being in her home but she couldn’t exactly tell Tyler no. Apparently she couldn’t tell him no in a lot of areas.

Friends With Benefits. Quite possibly the worst movie to watch right now and Jessica had picked it. Fuck, everything that girl did was annoying. But finally it had ended, and though Kayla herself was tired – hangovers were exhausting, but she was finally starting to feel better, she stayed up, curling herself against the corner of the couch as Chace brought his hand along the inside of her knee and traced his thumb over the kneecap of it. Jessica had left. The boys were talking, she was sleepy. But it was silent, and she was too tired to notice the exchange of looks between Chace and Tyler, but before she knew it Tyler was leaving, saying his goodbyes. “Later, gator.” she said, using the same line she had since they were kids. Kayla closed her eyes tiredly, not paying attention as Chace leaned over to kiss the side of her neck. After a small yawn she sat up, stretching her arms in front of her. “It’s late, you’re tired. You should go home,” she said, rubbing her hand against her eye before she headed upstairs to her room, leaving him downstairs until he decided to leave. Kayla went into her bathroom, turning the water on in the sink as she got everything out to wash the make up off of her face, brush her teeth. Less than five minutes later and she was in her closet , changing out of her outfit and into a pair of old cheerleading shorts and Tyler’s soccer camp shirt from the summer after fifth grade. She pulled all of her hair to the side, doing it in a quick and messy fishtail braid before she headed out, stopping still in her tracks as she looked at Tyler standing in her room. “ …. I thought you left..” she said quietly, trying to look down so he couldn’t see her without make up.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler was finally feeling somewhat better and it was much later in the day, night actually. A whole day wasted feeling like shit. But it wasn’t wasted at least, they’d gone to lunch, hung out, came back and watched a movie. Jessica had picked the movie and Tyler had no idea what she would think if she knew that her picking this movie was just causing her boyfriend to constantly think about the other girl in the room. This movie was too close to his and Kayla’s situation they had created just last night. Were they friends with benefits? He didn’t know, they’d hooked up all of one time. That didn’t make them friends with benefits, did it? But every time there was a sex scene or something in the movie Tyler’s mind just wandered to last night, and they things he and Kayla had done, how warm her skin was, how her body felt against his own. How much he wanted to feel that again, even though he knew it was wrong. Last night he remembered wondering if his thoughts about her were just because of being drunk but he was totally sober and still wanted his hands all over her. After the movie had ended, Jessica said she had to go, had to be up early for something Tyler failed to catch. He was just trying to get himself to not think about Kayla. Even though when he reached across her on the couch, just trying to grab his bottle off the coffee table, he had to remind himself to not stare at any part of her. And he’d done what was expected of him, he’d walked Jessica out, kissed her goodnight. He could tell Jessica wanted more than just a little kiss good night but he’d played up his hang over. Really he just couldn’t think about kissing Jessica when all he wanted to do after last night and today and that movie was to kiss Kayla. And some other stuff. If she could cross that line for him, he could too for sure. After Jessica had left Tyler was kind of wondering when Chace was gonna leave but there was no way Tyler could be like, hey dude see you later, I’m gonna put the moves on your girlfriend like I did last night. Tyler just sat back down on the couch, glad his headache was all but a memory, except Chace was giving him looks. Looks that said he wanted Kayla as bad as Tyler did, and wasn’t that actually more legitimate? Chace was actually dating her, Tyler really should stop cockblocking him so he could have some time alone with her, even though Tyler wanted that. But Tyler couldn’t do a damn thing about it. If he stayed, it made him a suspicious asshole, so he did the most expected thing. Telling them both good bye and left.

But Tyler didn’t go far. He was feeling sort of antsy? Frisky? Handsy…? He didn’t want to go home. Tyler figured, he could stay a few minutes. If Chace didn’t come out, he would know what Kayla was thinking, and that was that she wanted to be with Chace. And… that would be okay. It was her boyfriend after all. If she sent Chace home, Tyler had a good chance that Kayla was still thinking about Tyler the way Ty was thinking about her. And maybe she didn’t want the night to end this early either for the pair of them either. Ty didn’t have to wait long though, because no more than five minutes later, Chace was out the front door, sighing loudly and heading for his car. Tyler couldn’t exactly let himself in the front door because Chace would see him, so Tyler did what he was used to, climbing the tree outside Kayla’s house, carefully sliding her window open and climbed inside. Her window was always unlocked. Tyler shut the window, Kayla was in her closet, probably changing into whatever she planned on sleeping in. When she came out, she looked surprised to see him, saying she thought she left. Tyler smiled, shrugging, “And yet, here I am…” Tyler took a step closer to her, shaking his head jokingly, “Hey I did not say you could wear my shirt. You are going to have to take that off.” He was in front of her, smiling, grabbing her around her waist and pulled her closer. As the day had gone by, he had sobered up, his headache had stopped plaguing him and he’d wisened up a bit, and yet here he was, crawling through her window, being about as big a flirt as one could be. Tyler brought his hands up to her face, completely fresh of her makeup, wearing his soccer shirt, and leaned down to kiss her, totally sober tonight and yet he slipped his tongue over hers, with clear intentions of what he was doing instead of going home. Tyler brought his hands back to her waist, sliding under her shirt, lifting it slightly though he left room for her to pull the breaks. Maybe she would tell him no. Well, if that were the case at least he’d tried.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla squared her shoulders as he came closer to her. It would have been so ridiculously easy to write off what had happened last night as a fluke, pretend it never happened, carry on about their friendship. Sure, during the movie she had wanted to jump over Chace and Jessica and rip off Tyler’s clothes.. but she could get over that feeling. She could control herself. But then as he spoke, pulling her closer to him, pulling the fabric off of her skin, she knew. Game over. Kayla felt the catch in her throat, doing her best to keep herself breathing and somehow managed to lift her arms up slowly to let him take it off of her. How was it that he could say something so simple and make it sound so sexy? He’d told her before she couldn’t borrow things. She narrowed her eyebrows, surprised by the fact that he was kissing her this way. Sans make-up, pretty clothes. She arched her lower back towards him, standing up on her toes as she gripped her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer. She pulled away, just enough to lick her lips as she tried to catch her breath, “ If we’re taking back whats ours..” she said , smiling before she placed another quick kiss on his lip. “ I think I bought these,” Kayla said, unbuttoning his jeans. They had been at her place after all, and most of the clothes at her place were ones she had bought. Kayla smiled against his lips, pushing his jeans down again. Three times in two days.

Tyler had taken so much control lately, and if he was the one to climb through her window, and kiss her.. soberly, then she at least owed it to him to show him she was invested in this type of behavior, right? Kayla bit down roughly against his bottom lip before pushing him back onto her mattress and climbing over his hips. “ We really shouldn’t do this” she said, leaning down to kiss him, pressing her lips close against his before slipping her tongue into the sweetness of his lips. “ I mean we really… really shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, taking a second to lick her lips before she leaned down and pushes the edge of his shirt up to his chest, bending to press her lips against his skin and kiss him down to his hip bone. Kayla stood off of him, standing at the edge of the bed as she watched him, taking in quick breaths, feeling her hair as it slipped over her shoulders. Hooking up with each other sober was such a different concept than hooking up with him drunk. This was intentional. Where were they going with this? Did it matter? Cause all she could think of was the way his skin tasted, how she knew she always had wondered in the back of her mind. Kayla held her breath, putting her thumbs along the inside of her cotton shorts and pushed them down over her hips before she stepped out of them and crawled back onto the bed, smiling slowly as she looked into his eyes. “ You are being very naughty..” she said with a slight lift of her eyebrow before she leaned down, kissing against his lips as she traced her hand down his chest and to the inside of his thigh.

[Tyler James Kingsley]

The thing about this was even though somewhere in Tyler’s mind he knew he shouldn’t have even climbed into her window, let alone kissed her, but he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her. It was like just the thrill of doing something they shouldn’t on top of the excitement of doing this stuff with his best friend, kind of made it all that much more tempting. Kayla wasn’t a random chick, this was someone he was with all the time. And they were just having fun right? It was like all of a sudden, though he’d seen her in her bathing suit plenty of times, he never seemed to really get a good look at her because to be honest he wasn’t really looking. Now it seemed he couldn’t stop looking. And Kayla didn’t mind him looking, at least that was the message he got as she lifted her arms, letting him take his own shirt off of her. Tyler looked at her, saying teasingly with a smile, “Oh you’re going to be like that?” As she unbuttoned his jeans, but kicked them away anyways. She really just liked taking his jeans off and he really just wasn’t complaining at all. He should feel guilty as hell. But he didn’t. The thought of having sex with his own girlfriend right now felt more wrong than this. Even with the fact that completely sober, they were both so obviously okay with the idea of doing this. At least, their actions said they were. Tyler felt himself being pushed down on the bed, laying back and wrapped his arms around her as she kissed him. Tyler nodded in agreement when Kayla mentioned that they shouldn’t be doing this, “Probably not…” he offered, and yet hey, we are. She was totally right, at least they could have written off last night, but this, this was cheating. For sure. At least last night they could pretend for their own peace of mind that they weren’t dirty cheaters but they were completely sober and completely aware of what they were doing.

Tyler peeled his shirt off where she’d pushed it up, taking in a breath as she kissed the skin down his stomach. This was last night all over again. Hadn’t he been thinking to himself he’d totally do last night all over again? Lucky boy, he got his wish. Tyler sat up on his elbows, knowing that no matter how many times they said they shouldn’t do it, they were probably going to. He watched her take her shorts off and climb back over him, taking her back in his arms and unhooked her bra, taking it off. He shook his head, smiling as she kissed him again, saying that he was being naughty. Him? “Am I?” Tyler bit down gently, tugging at her lip as he hooked his leg around her and flipped her over on her back so he was above her. “But I’m only as naughty as you let me be,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss her and slid his hands over her body until he found the last bit of lace she was wearing, sliding them down off her legs. Last night was great. Tonight had the potential of being even better. There were things she did for him, so it only seemed fit he do something for her. It was like being sober he was much more aware of what he wanted and much more likely of taking the driver seat. Up until yesterday he’d never taken the driver seat with Kayla. In fact, up until yesterday he’d never even let her take the driver seat. There really had been no driving. But now as his hands drifted back over her legs, moving to the inside of her thigh, he kissed her neck, massaging her skin beneath his fingertips. This had more potential of going from 0 to 60 in about three seconds rather than driving miss daisy. And yeah he knew what kind of experience she had, which was anything that had ever happened with him. He knew he would stop where she wanted him to, if she asked him to. But he also knew that as surprised as it made himself, he knew what he wanted too. Unless she pulled the breaks… he’d probably end up being only as naughty as she let him be. Tyler didn’t take much pause time at all, but moved to her ear and told her, “We can stop whenever you want.”

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

The feeling of your best friend in the entire world taking your bra off should probably evoke more terror into your soul than it did. Quite honestly, she didn’t feel a single bit of terror. Or guilt. Which should tell her something, right? She had never gone this far with Chace, never wanted to. Was she seriously thinking about sleeping with Tyler? No, she clearly wasn’t thinking. She was doing. There didn’t really seem to be much thinking going on in either of their minds aside from the fact that she knew one thing- she wanted more. She was sober and awake, had time to process everything, and she wanted more, needed to feed off of it before she got her fill. How had she gone this long without needing to know what the taste of his skin was? Because now that she had tasted it, it was like opening Pandora’s box. She needed to know how everything about his body felt and tasted. She gasped quickly as he switched the way they were laying so that he was on top of her. It amazed her how comfortable she was, just naked, laying beneath him. Though it did occur to her that she was naked and he was…not. It was hard however, trying to justify in her mind the reasons why it bothered her when the touch of his fingers against her was making it more difficult for her to breathe. Kayla closed her eyes, digging her nails into his back as she tried to steady her breathing, lips against his shoulder as she held him close to her body. It just felt nice to have his skin against her skin, was that so wrong?

Stop? Was he serious? Yeah that wasn’t really an option. “ We’ll stop in the morning,” she said, sitting up from the bed to close the distance between them and place another kiss against his lips. “I thought you knew the definition of fair,” she said, bringing her fingertips down to the band of his boxers. “ You didn’t think you were going to crawl into my window just for a good night kiss, did you?” she said with a slight lift of her eyebrow as she looked up at him. “ I have needed you for many things in my life before,” she said, pushing his boxers down over his hips, “ Never quite like this,” she said with a slight smile across her lips as she kissed him. After a moment she moved her hand to the side, her nightstand, pulling the drawer out as she kept her lips locked onto Tyler’s. Well, her mother had warned her about this. After she found the package she brought her hand back to the bed, offering it up to Tyler with a slight gleam in her eyes, “ Would it make it easier for you if I begged for it?” she said with a slight lift of her eyebrow, bringing her hand down to the inside of his thigh where she clasped her fingertips against the softness of his skin. She adjusted her shoulder, bringing her hand up higher to massage his skin the same way he had for her. “ Please?” she said quietly with a smile against his lips, “ I need you,” she said finally, biting down against his bottom lip.