Another One Shot

3:00. School is out for the weekend. Of course I'm still in my homeroom trying to collect all my belongings. My book bag, my sports bag, my dance bag, and my saxophone case were all somehow attached to my body. After three tries. Septa here I come!, I thought, thinking of all the innocent people I'd probably injure with all my stuff.

As I turned to leave, my music folder fell from my dance bag, landing mockingly at my feet. Ugh. I couldn't possibly reach it carrying all the junk I was . I sighed and removed my bags one at a time. I bent straight down to pick up my folder, unable to disobey Madame Belle by bending my knees like a normal person. My shorts were loose and slipped a good two inches south as I stretched; they were just low enough to make out the top of my blue lacy thong.

"Nice, McKenzie."

I straightened and spun. Half expecting it to be Tom, my creepy homeroom advisor and half hoping it would be Jack, my boyfriend. It was neither.

Matt Matthews leaned against the door frame, grinning.

"Ugh, go away, Matthews. I'm not in the mood."

Ignoring me completely, he passed (quite close actually) to grab his Nike sports bag form the rack. "And I've always figured you to be a boy shorts kinda girl", he suddenly said to me, smirking at my expression.

"What?"

"You know", he grinned, "all innocent and stuff...guess I was wrong."

I didn't know what to say to that. I didn't want him to think I was a good little virgin (because believe me I'm not), but I didn't want him to think I was a slut either. Wait, since when do I care what he thinks of me! And since when does he think of what I wear under my clothes! This is Matt Matthews. The same pig-tail pulling jackass Matt form 8th grade. I looked down on his kind. Though in Matt's case it was hard since he was so much taller than my 5'8.

Matt reached behind him and pulled his black T-shirt over his head, tousling his curly hair in the process. His beautifully muscled chest was exposed and his abs were practically begging to be touched. I didn't have the sense to ask what the hell he was doing. I was too busy trying to cover up my chest with my folder. Stupid, traitorous nipples!

Matt pulled a blue button down shirt from his bag and shrugged it on easily. The buttons however were more of a challenge for him. He'd gotten his finger broken from an illegal check in his last lacrosse game. He fumbled trying to work around his temporarily useless finger.

I slapped his hands away, both annoyed and slightly excited. Starting from the bottom I worked my way up, making sure not to skip any buttons. I took my time, trying to commit everything to memory. When I was done I took a small step back, admiring my work. He actually cleaned up nice. "Thanks" he said earnestly. Then he suddenly hooked his thumbs in the loops on my shorts to yank me closer to him. "I think my collar needs a little work though", he continued, "Don't you?"

I rolled my eyes, but reached up to smooth his wayward collar out. My hands strayed to his shoulders and stayed there. His own hands still held my hips and it didn't seem like he wanted to let go. I looked up at him.

His eyes searched mine as if he were looking for something. Apparently he found it because in the next moment his lips were glued to my own.

It started slow and sweet, but built into something totally different. Somehow my leg had snaked around him, pulling is body closer. Because all I wanted was to be as close as possible. My hands snuck under the shirt I had just buttoned and ran over his smooth chest. Oh. My. God. The cotton was irritating me so I ripped his shirt open, popping buttons everywhere. He shrugged it off, not seeming to care.

He continued to ravage my mouth . He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gave it to him. Our tongues melted and fought against each other eagerly.

The heat was becoming unbearable. I tore off my shirt and molded myself to his bare chest. Matt sighed against my lips and moved to my neck to let me breathe. He licked and sucked all over the skin so much I knew I'd have several hickeys. He traveled downwards and started kissing the top of my bra and it didn't help my breathing rate at all.

I really didn't feel close enough. I jumped and he caught me so that both my legs were wound around his hips. This pulled the bulge in his cargo shorts directly against my center and we both moaned at the contact. I ground into him a little bit, just to see his reaction, and smiled when he stiffened and groaned at the same time. I was about to try it again when he abruptly put me down. I looked up at him, thinking for a hot second that maybe this was just a joke gone too far; but no. Matt savagely swept everything off Tom's desk onto the floor. Uh Oh, I thought.

He grabbed my waist and practically threw me onto the large desk. My shorts and bra were gone in an instant. Don't ask me how. Matt palmed my breasts and massaged them until I was writhing against him and my nipples were so hard they almost hurt.

One of his hands moved lower and I broke his kiss to gasp as he lightly stroked me through the thin lace. "You're so wet." he groaned in my ear as he moved the lace aside to plunge a finger into my depths, "Damn, Mel." I was way too busy panting to answer. Matt used his thumb to rub circles on my bundle of nerves and my eyes literally rolled back in my head. I was so close to release I was trembling. Suddenly I felt the sharp sting of my thong ripping in Matt's hand. He tossed it aside. "What the fuck!" I yelled. That was part of a three piece garter set and was not cheap!

With no warning Matt slammed into me. I buried my hands in his hair and screamed as I came instantly. He pulled out almost all the way only to drill into me even harder than before. I swear he though he was a jackhammer the way he worked me relentlessly. I was panting and moaning and completely out of it. He was filling me to the hilt when he shifted hitting a sweet spot inside me. I came immediately, but Matt wasn't done with me. I could tell by his face that he was close, but he managed to smirk through his strain. He raeched down to roll my clit in his fingers and that was all I needed. I scrunched my nose, arched my back and scraemed bloody murder. "Ohmyshitfuckittydamnfuckgod!"

I came hard. Matt followed seconds after and dropped his head to my neck, brething erratically. Randomly, he started laughing. His breath tickled my neck.

"What the hell is funny!" I yelled. Reality was dawning on me and to tell the truth-it was not pretty. Matt just continued to laugh at god knows what and I pushed him. "Get off!"

"Didn't I just do that?" he said, sending himself into a new round of snorts.

"Oh shut up! I cant believe this!" I hoped down from the desk and started pacing. That's what I did when I was angry. Paced. "Oh my god my Mom's gonna kill me! Jack's gonna kill me! You're girlfreind's gonna kill me! I am so dead! I can't believe you fucked me! I can't believe ifucked you! I'm-"

"Shhh shhh Mel" He took me in his arms.

"What!"

"We just fucked."

"I know we just fucked, dumb ass!" I pushed him away and started searching for my clothes. "And you fucking ripped my thong! You're buying me a new one, damnit!" I got dressed quickly and looked over at Matt. He had the stupidest expression on his face I just wanted to slap him.

He noticed my homicidal glare and quickly said, "What! I was just thinking!"

I gathered my stuff, "And since when does Matt Matthews think, hmm?"

"I was just thinking I just fucked Mel McKenzie. And how much I love your face when you cum."

"Matt, your such a guy." Hejust shrugged.

I turned to leave, but stopped when he said the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.

"So are we fuck buddies now?"

I whirled around in a tordado of fury. "NO! We are NOT fuck buddies! This was a one time thing and it won't happen again! And if you breathe a word of this to anynoe I swear I'll put your dick through a shredder! Are we clear?"

He actually looked a little intimidated. Good. But he still had the stupid smirk on his face and that irked me to no end. I left him there to clean up the mess he'd made with Tom's stuff.

The only thing on my mind as I rode the bus home was what am I gong to tell Jack?